Loki (hamrammr) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-11-03 12:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, ~george sands (oe), ~john mitchell (oe) |
Who: Mitchell and George
Where: Their apartment
What: George babysits Mitchell
When: Saturday afternoon
Rating: Middle (probably)
Open: No
Status: Unfinished
Mitchell’s forehead was pressed firmly against the window. George had drawn the curtains shut. But it was still all around. The patter of rain against the window and the knowledge of what exactly drummed against the glass. He just needed to step outside. What harm would it be? No one would get hurt and he could go clean again. He had done it so many times before. It was as if someone wanted him to relapse and he was running out of reasons to stay clean. A hand joined the forehead and he marveled the feeling of cold against his skin. It was calming, soothing, giving him something different to think about. But it didn’t last long, one look at the red city and all the thoughts ran to one direction again. Blood. Everything was covered in it, the streets were red, the sky and even the walls of the buildings were stained. How the fuck should he not go out there? |