Topher Strange is The Point Man (cherry_mase) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-03-13 23:17:00 |
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WHO: Topher Strange (featuring The Point Man)
WHAT: Dreaming (narrative)
WHEN: Sunday night/Monday morning
WHERE: Topher's subconscious
Topher was walking down a spiral staircase when he realized he must be dreaming. His first thought was to feel for the IV in his wrist, but of course it wasn't there. At least, not in the dream. There was, however, someone standing in the corner, watching him, while everyone else seemed to be going about their business. And everything was black-and-white.
"You're not doing a very good job of blending in," he said to the projection that was Arthur.
"I'm not trying to blend in," said Arthur.
"Well, what are you trying to do? Commit subconscious suicide by attracting the attention of my other projections? It won't work. You're one of them," Topher hissed, moving as if to brush past the point man, but Arthur caught him by the arm.
"You remember Mal, don't you?" Arthur's words held a slight undercurrent of threat. A few of the other projections looked their way. "I could really mess things up for you, you know." A few more stopped and stared. A couple even bumped into them. As they both got jostled, Topher wasn't sure if they were his projections or Arthur's anymore. It was getting crowded.
"You missed your NA meeting," Arthur reminded him. A projection that looked like Topher's father started shouldering his way through the crowd.
Topher and Arthur were standing toe to toe now, almost nose to nose. Arthur's grip felt like it would leave bruises, and Topher made a mental not to check when he woke up. But he wasn't waking yet. He took hold of the collar of that perfecting pristine suit and jerked the Arthur projection closer, closing the gap between their contemptuous lips, kissing him hard.
Arthur's eyes went wide as the floor suddenly, randomly dropped out from beneath them, and Topher gasped, sitting up from where he'd fallen asleep on the couch.
A few deep breaths later, he raked a hand through his hair, and laughed. "It was worth a shot."