Characters: Katerina, Ben When: Thursday, around 11am Location: dining room Warnings/Rating: TBD Summary: meeting, reading ominous notes. Status: Closed, ongoing
He felt her this time. Early morning an arm snaked around his chest to stir him awake and there was breath against his ear. Deep even breathing he loved to listen to after a night of sex. The more he roused out of his sleep, the more he could feel the intimate curves of her body laying against him. It was a good feeling. For a few precious moments everything felt like it used to be and Ben felt a surge of bliss. He nudged her, trying to wake her for another round.
She didn't wake.
It took just a split second for Ben's heart to sink. The breathing stopped and suddenly he could feel something warm, wet, oozing to his side of the pillow. A side glance, he could see red and he quickly shut his eyes and gritted his teeth. The arm across his chest turned ice cold and Ben started to breath rapidly as if hyperventilatiing. "It's your own fucking fault-!" He called out in a broken voice. Then she was gone.
His eyes flew open and he jumped out the bed. Like before, he had to make sure, snatching the covers and throwing them off the bed. Nothing. He rubbed his eyes with his palms, then right there he dropped to the floor and got into position to meditate.
It was about an hour before he came to, feeling like he could handle the world again. He wasn't going to let these visions stop him and went about his routine. Right before he walked into the bathroom, he pressed his hand against the door. How was he supposed to practice this thing? He stared at his hand for a while and right when he was about to give it up, his hand was through the door. He quickly snatched it out and rubbed it. Ok, that was enough practice for the day.
He skipped working out that morning, got dressed-jeans and grey t-shirt- and left his room in a hurry. Food was next on the agenda-then maybe he'd go outside and see how long before he suffered heatstroke. Exciting day ahead. He walked into the dining room to find a bunch of gadgets on the table. Nothing that immediately interested him. There was a note. Just as he picked it up, another figure appeared. Ben looked over to see who it was and noting they were female, his eyes started from the feet up. He recognized that curvy body, shiny blonde hair. There was something immediately pleasing about her. Perhaps because she was the only one in the house who knew a stranger side of him and only showed care. He gave her a half smile-he wondered if she blushed and got flustered when he teased her about wearing boxers. She seemed like the type. "I'd strip down right now, but I'm busy trying to read this note. Did you see all this yet?" He nodded at the hardware decorating the table.