tobias kelly (hidingfromview) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-11-06 11:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 097, juno, tobias |
Who: Juno and Tobias
When: Early, early morning
Where: The back porch
Another night meant another morning of Tobias waking up drenched in sweat in his bed where fear paralyzed his body until his eyes adjusted to the room around him and he realized he wasn't covered in blood anymore and he was alone. As he sat up and wiped his hands over his face, he realized it was barely dawn outside. There was no blinking message on his computer. But he was hot and sweaty, almost uncomfortably so. He debated laying back down and trying to fall back asleep, but he knew what waited for him in his dreams, so Tobias climbed out of bed and got dressed instead. Without even thinking, he pulled on his shoes and hoodie and left his room, heading immediately downstairs.
Tobias found himself outside on the back porch, his shoes crunching through the show that was still falling. It was cold, but felt almost tolerable to him and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie before closing his eyes and breathing in deep. The cold pierced his throat, but it felt good. It was as if the smell of the snow and ice could somehow wipe out the metallic scent of blood that seemed to have infused itself into his nostrils over the last few days. The sad thing was, Tobias wasn't sure if that was just his memory reminding him of what he did, or maybe it was the people in charge, somehow triggering the smell when he least expected it, just to fuck with his mind. How sad that he was at the point where he couldn't really trust what was real and what was fabricated anymore.