cv (ephemeras) wrote in repose, @ 2016-12-14 23:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, atticus mcvickers, janus allen |
Dream: Janus & Atticus
Who: Atticus & Janus
What: It's all in Atticus' head
Where: Sonrisa's studio, before Atticus regains conciousness
When: Fuzzytime nowish
Warnings/Rating: Zzzzzz
Atticus believed himself to be waking. Wasn't really. Was still lying on the couch in Sonrisa's studio. Was feverish, blood pressure dangerously low. Was unwell. Was resting restlessly, and he wasn't waking, but he believed himself to be waking.
In his dream, he sat up. Was drenched with sweat, wearing something that he didn't recognize. Track pants. Sweatshirt. Was just as pasty and unwashed looking as he was in reality. His curls were plastered to his head and forehead. Was thinner, weight lost during the incident. Wasn't a definition for the incident in his head. Was all it was, the incident, nothing more.
Bruises marred his neck and upper back. No teeth, just bruises, his mind filling in the blanks for soreness and leaving yellowing splotches on his skin.
He sat up on the couch, bare feet against cold floor, and he rubbed his eyes. Wanted a smoke. Wanted some decent music. Wanted a cheeseburger, rare, extra tomatoes. Wanted cookies. But first, he wanted to brush his teeth. Dream-him stood, and he padded to the bathroom, which was near the door of the room his mind constructed. Big, empty room, and a couch against one wall. Big empty bathroom, with only a sink and mirror. Toothbrush and toothpaste were there, on the corner of the sink, and Atticus brushed his teeth vigorously. Wasn't a ghost in sight.