mason hughes. (affectively) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2016-01-11 09:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: sidro tripathi, character: sorin antonescu, location: pegasus dorm |
thread: i'm going under
WHO: Sidro & Sorin.
WHEN: backdated to after this.
WHERE: Pegasus Dorm - Sidro's room.
WHAT: Bad days.
WARNINGS: TW for PTSD and possible mentions of previous drug use.
STATUS: In progress.
Nightmares had plagued him all night long, and as a result Sidro had gotten little to no actual sleep. He knew he should have gone to Sorin for help straight away, but he’d been far too stubborn. His blood brother would be able to help keep the bad dreams at bay, but Sidro didn’t want to burden him and disturb Sorin’s own sleep. So he suffered on his own throughout the night. He tossed and turned and woke up screaming and panicked the few times he did manage to slip back to sleep. His sheets quickly became soaked with sweat and Sorin abandoned the bed completely to lay on the cool floor of his bedroom.
The next morning his skin was sallow and dark circles appeared under his eyes. Though only 17, Sidro looked as if he’d aged ten years overnight. He skipped breakfast, unable to bear the thought of being near to anyone else. He’d been working on ways to control his mind and block out others, but after the lack of sleep, his focus wasn’t strong enough. It didn’t help that the holiday and accompanying break had left students with much stronger emotions than usual. It was too much and he stayed hidden away. But even that only helped slightly. One of the other students in his dorm was remembering the pain of a lost parent and the rawness of it stung at Sidro’s heart. Two others nearby were panicked about college choices. And yet another had recently gotten into a fight with her boyfriend. It all battered against Sidro’s defenses and left him feeling vulnerable and weak.
These were the very bad days, where he was plagued with exhaustion and pain, while simultaneously dealing with his personal past traumas. His breathing erratic, Sidro went to the window and stared out across the grounds of the school. Though they had been safe there for many months now, these episodes always brought out his panic that they’d be found and dragged back to Anton Castle again. He searched the woods for any signs of witch hunters. When he found none, he dropped his forehead against the cold glass and ordered himself to calm down. He screwed his eyes shut and the tears spilled down his cheeks when he couldn’t make himself calm on his own. Finally he had to admit that he couldn’t manage things on his own.
His message to Sorin became jumbled in his mind and was written in a different language then intended. The point was still clear, however. He needed help. His arms wrapped around himself, Sidro sank back down onto the twisted mess of blankets that covered his bed to wait.