Gert Yorkes | Arsenic (arseniclace) wrote in x_expatriate, @ 2008-07-10 16:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | arsenic, july08, talkback |
WHO: Gert [Arsenic]
NPCS:
WHAT: Gert tries to talk with Chase.
WHEN: Thursday|July-10|1AM
WHERE: In their bed
RATING: ???
STATUS: Incomplete
There was something to be said for people who needed night lights to sleep. Gert use to think it was a stupid request of children, but since the electricity had started to give, and with them in tunnels, it took a lot from Chase to keep things in order, and yet there was still so much darkness around them. Mostly they lived off of candles and flashlights these days, instead of trying to mess around with the electrical grid and try for some form of normalcy, but the beginnings of each of their lives had really set them up for this moment. This form of life style, sure they'd all be brought up in the lap of luxury to some extent, but they had all had their fair share of living in caves and being on the run; they all knew how to survive when others would crack and fold under the pressure of just going insane. There was the rub though, Gert had a constant night light, so to speak, everywhere she went. Her link with OL was this constant warmth that let her know she wasn't alone, and that in the worse case scenario she had someone who would eventually burst through the door and protect her. It was that childish fear, that thing that made you throw the covers over your head and scream for your parents in the middle of the night. Though Gert had never done that, at a very young age (maybe around five,) Gert had known her parents were evil and never fully trusted them. It wasn't her fault no one else wanted to believe her. So there she was, laying in the lumpy bed they'd somehow managed to eventually smooth out to something comfortable, OL in the next 'room' over, sleeping in her own nest quite comfortably. She never dreamed, and if she did, it was only when Gert did - maybe their dreams merged even. So there was a warmth of comfort that let Gert know she was not only not alone, but safe as well. It didn't help her though, when she should have bee sleeping peacefully she was laying awake, on her back, staring at absolute blackness. Each sound made her wonder if her Asian horror was coming back to finally find her....God that had been creepy. She hadn't told Chase of what she and OL had run into, not yet, and maybe she needed to. Maybe the need to talk was the only thing keeping her sleep deprived body awake. There was movement in the bed as she rolled and slightly hopped onto her side, facing Chase, sighing out as she moved and then holding her breath to see if she'd woken him up. When he snored a response to her unspoken question she would breathe again. Finally she moved to rest her arm over his side, fingertips tracing a quick circle over the bare expanse of his skin. "Chase?" She finally spoke, softly, but when it didn't move him she spoke a little louder. Most times he ignored her and rolled over, if he did she would just follow him and continue trying to wake him. |