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Winston Smith [1984] ([info]isofthedead) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-06-21 23:34:00

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Entry tags:o'brien, winston smith

Who: Winston, O'Brien
What: Nightmares, running to a friend.
Where: His place then O'Brien's
When: 3 in the morning on Sunday
Warnings: TBA



Big Brother. The pain of the dial O'Brien controlled. All the mental torture he went through. Two plus two is five.... With a sob he woke up from his nightmare, clinging to his pillow as he pretended it was someone - anyone - that could comfort him. Once the initial shock of the nightmare was gone, so were the sobs and he was left a sniffling mess. Sliding out of bed he put on his glasses and made his way to Bree's room, peeking inside.

She was gone and suddenly he remembered everything. His daughter was away, had been gone for weeks and thus his only close comfort was gone. That made him cry all the more, eyes closed tightly as he sniffled and tried to wipe away the tears. Grabbing one of her pillows he walked through the house with it, hugging it close to his chest, only letting go to put on proper clothes for outside. Getting on a pair of rain boots and a jacket he finally returned to hugging the pillow as he stepped out of the house, locking the door behind him.

Catching a taxi he ended up at O'Brien's home, in front of the other man's door. With a pathetic little sniffle he reached up and rang the doorbell, not really thinking about how O'Brien was probably asleep.



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[info]2plus2equals5
2008-06-25 02:14 am UTC (link)
"Here you can feel just as secure," O'Brien kept his voice calm as he put his arms around Winston, wanting to comfort him, "You can be just as strong as you were. Stronger. You will adjust."

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[info]isofthedead
2008-06-25 02:36 am UTC (link)
Winston found himself believing O'Brien because with the other man's arms around him, he did feel secure. Finally moving the pillow aside he just put his arms around the older man in returned and pressed their bodies together, eyes closed. "Okay."

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[info]2plus2equals5
2008-06-25 02:38 am UTC (link)
"Okay," Pleased that the man seemed to agree, that he could be safe, O'Brien nodded and held Winston close, "Now, you need a good sleep. Can you handle that?"

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[info]isofthedead
2008-06-25 02:59 am UTC (link)
"I think so?" Winston offered up, frowning, obviously fretting. "You'll stay here?"

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[info]2plus2equals5
2008-06-25 03:02 am UTC (link)
"Yes," He nodded, "I need sleep, too, Winston."

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[info]isofthedead
2008-06-25 03:10 am UTC (link)
"Alright." With a nod he seemed to settle in an relax, asleep soon enough.

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