Wayne Pritchard (welsh_wayne) wrote in to_be_or_not, @ 2010-09-07 12:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, character: justin finch-fletchley, character: wayne hopkins, date: 1998 09 (sept), loc: braeburn |
RP: Insomnia
Date & Time: 7 September 1998
Post Type: RP
Open To: Hufflepuff boys
Character(s): Justin Finch-Fletchley, Wayne Hopkins
Location: Braeburn, Hufflepuff Boys' dorm
Summary: People have trouble sleeping for various reasons. Here is an example of some of them.
"Insomnia" by Billy Collins: here.
Wayne was exhausted. Discounting completely that the day had been long and tiring, he’d had to use more energy than usual, just to remember that he was mad at Justin. Or that Justin was mad at him, or something. It was getting more and more difficult to remember why, exactly, he wasn’t making efforts to reach out to Justin...well, at least more difficult to justify it.
Still, Justin seemed pretty angry and more than a little hurt, and Wayne knew he’d caused it, and...
...that knowledge is tiring. Coupled, of course, with long days.
He shifted again, rolling on his side to face Ernie, knowing (but not seeing) that beyond him was Justin. It was so strange not to have him right there - sometimes, if Wayne couldn’t sleep, he’d watch Justin, mimicking his slow sleep-breathing until he himself fell asleep. And now, that wasn’t there.
He’d really only been thinking of Ernie.
Well, fuck, he thought. It’s not like we’re in different worlds. He’s here, not in London, or Azkaban, or --
No. Mustn’t think that. Heaving a long sigh, Wayne sat up, got out of bed, and padded over to Justin’s bedside.
He knew that the nightmares made Justin’s sleep tenuous at best, but you’d never know it by seeing him sleep. It was like every muscle, even...every string of energy that he held tight while awake...was loosened, and he was truly relaxed. Wayne hadn’t seen a day where Justin looked as relaxed as he did when he was asleep. And he did this thing where his eyelashes would flutter and his nose would wiggle slightly when he was dreaming.
You sound like a complete nancy, Wayne thought to himself. Still, he’d done (and thought) much gayer, and much more embarrassing things than this, so he was fine with sliding his back against the wall, sitting next to Justin’s bedside.
He could see the silhouette of the duvet rising and falling with Justin’s even breaths, and out of habit, Wayne mimicked it, finding his eyelids becoming heavier. It probably should have occurred to him that Justin was still angry with him, but it didn’t...instead, all Wayne felt was his insomnia slipping away with every passing breath.