the_disquiet (the_disquiet) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-03-30 09:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | dahlia thomas, ~crimson moretti |
To sleep is to...claw
Characters: Dahlia and Sin
When: Friday Late Night
Location: Sin's Cabin
Warnings/Rating: Swearing?
Summary: Dahlia needs to sleep
Status: Complete
Dahlia knew she needed to sleep. She had known it for days. The dark circles were nearly impossible to hide now. Her hands shook. She found herself losing time; sleeping while awake and yet gaining no rest from it. She didn’t even know if her nails were really itching or if she was hallucinating it. All she knew is that even if she did not want to dream; she’d gone too long without sleep. It wasn’t the first time she’d avoided sleep. In fact she couldn’t even count the number of times she’d avoided it. But this…this was worse. She always eventually gave in. The body had to. This time the need for recovery on top of avoiding the sleep had left her…worse. That was the best word for it. She was worse. Scattered thoughts, uncertain motions, she wasn’t being herself. And yet she was.
It was confusing. And loud. Always loud.
She didn’t know if asking to sleep at Sin’s was the best choice. What she wanted was to find some place away from everyone to try but..there wasn’t anywhere. She could try to sleep outside, in the dark, but the weather still wasn’t optimal for that and even out in the dark wasn’t a certainty that she’d be alone. If someone was out wandering and heard her having a nightmare they’d worry. She didn’t need people worrying about her anymore. She didn’t need to make anyone panic over something so…so what? Petty? Stupid? She didn’t know. She just didn’t want it.
At least Sin would sort of understand. She had trouble sleeping sometimes too; or at least Dahlia guessed so by her request for Nyquil and liquor. She knew too that Dahlia…that sometimes her head was loud. That sometimes she wasn’t all there.
She knew enough about it at least. Enough that maybe she wouldn’t look at her strangely if Dahlia did have a nightmare.
Maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe she’d gone so long without sleep that she’d simply pass out…
Maybe.
There were a lot of maybes.
Dahlia could only delay going to Sin’s for so long. While she may not be eager to attempt rest she did need to let Sin see if she could heal or not. That was important. More important than her worry. Or her…irritation at having to ask for help in any way. Help wasn’t something Dahlia liked to ask for lately. She wasn’t entirely sure why it bothered her now when it hadn’t really before, when she first arrived, but it did. She had been eager, before, to be different here. To let herself have friends, to be around others. Now she wondered if it was better to be that way or better to be the way she had been before…
Grabbing her bag Dahlia turned away from the darkened woods and began to walk towards Sin’s cabin. For awhile the darkness followed her; shapes slithering through the dark to match her own slow pace. A part of her was hoping that if she used enough of her weird that it would help exhaust her…draining all that energy away so that she couldn’t even try to deny sleep anymore. She wasn’t sure it would help, that it would work, but she tried all the same.
Once she neared Sin’s cabin she gave glance backwards; banishing all those dark shapes away before she knocked on the door.