seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-11-09 00:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | pamela barnes, seeley booth |
Who: Booth and open to anyone at his camp
What: being stressed and ragey
When: after he brings back Eliot and while the others are watching a movie.
Where: at the edge of the north side of camp
Warnings: R is for raaaaaaaage.
He had five years left on his deal. The world was at an end. The survivors were huddling together like cockroaches. That was what Lucifer had called them and it wasn't a far cry from the truth. Eliot and the others were back, and honestly Seeley didn't know what to feel, or even if he could feel beyond the pure anger that boiled inside him. Lucifer had ruined everything, but it wasn't the end. It wouldn't be the end until they were all dead and gone. What were they even doing about it? Watching movies. Distracting the kids from the inevitable. And it got worse. He and Buffy could hardly even speak to eachother anymore. He tried to tell her he loved her, and it was growing more and more obvious that she couldn't return it. So he distanced himself even more. He took watch at one end of the camp and scrubbed a hand against his face tiredly.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten a full nights sleep, but really that was nothing new. Booth was armed with several items of choice. Rock Salt, Silver, and Holy water. He was equal parts mentally and physically exhausted but his job was no where near complete. He still had a camp to protect, and Mike to scout out for Kitty's sake. When it all came down to it though his mind was drifting further and further away from the camp and keeping his guard up. Seeley tried to stay awake, but that inbetween zone was slowly creeping up on him.
This was a nightmare. He had his friends back, but he'd never felt more alone. And not just in the physical sense of being. He had nothing to fall back on. No faith, no patience, no nothing. He was barely hanging on by the last threads to his sanity. Parker spent most of her time alone and crying since Eliot died and since she learned about the fate of his soul. Hardison was Hardison. They would likely never see eye to eye, but at least things weren't as strained as they had been a few years ago, yet Booth felt empty. Without his faith, he wasn't sure who he was anymore.