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vatheon2012-09-17 11:51 pm
relinquishing) wrote in vatheon2012-09-17 11:51 pm
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//To be alive is to be vulnerable \\
Who: Guy Cecil (trepidity) and Zelda Hylia (breaksthefontech)
Where: Ordo 3
When: Evening of the 16th >>> Morning of the 17th
What: Guy's staying the night. Only awkward things can come from this.
Style: [Brackets and lots of words!!]
Status: Closed, locked, bolted.
[Guy hated feeling cornered.
Even with the work that Zelda had done to calm him down earlier in the morning, the fontechnician still found himself anxious, all his muscles tense and aching. It was as if he was wound-up on an invisible motor, unable to keep himself in his normal state of calm composure for very long at all before having to move; wring his hands, mutter to himself, or just huddle in a corner with his head in his hands and try to breathe. While the other members of the house came and left throughout the day, Guy couldn't get himself to exit the front door.
He knew he wasn't in right sorts. Yes, he was worried about Luke and where the redhead had ended up... but he wanted to have at least part of his mind in order before he left for home.
So he'd spent most of the afternoon and early evening simply wandering the house, steering clear of the bedrooms for respect of not flitting through other people's personal spaces and belongings. For a brief portion of the afternoon, he'd had the study to himself, in which he spent most of the time pacing the same portion of the floor for nearly 35 minutes straight, eyes clouded and fingers digging into his palms.
It was horrendous. He knew it was his fear - it clawed at him every time he caught his reflection in a window or listened too closely to the timber of his voice. Hell, even just acknowledging the change in his body structure was enough to get his heart pounding hard and fast up in his neck, enough to make him feel physically ill. Thank the Score he was usually able to find a corner to seclude himself in when actual panic rose up - in the study or locking himself in an unoccupied bathroom until it passed.
Each time got a little harder.
He hadn't eaten. He hadn't tried, and he had become incredibly defensive and cold when Zelda approached him about it. He really hadn't meant to snap as harshly as he did... but he felt like a caged animal right now. It was a battle for him, to try and keep his mind off that line between discomfort and panic... and the more tired he became, the more difficult that battle was to fight.
It was well into the evening now. Guy hadn't looked at a clock for a while, and frankly he didn't quite care. He had finally lost the energy to keep up his frantic pace through the hallways a few minutes prior and has now resigned to an exhausted slump onto the couch in the main sitting room, lilting against the couch's arm with his hands pressed against his knees.
He looks exhausted. He feels exhausted.
But he needs to get home... right?
...God, how is he going to take a whole week of this...?]
trepidity) and Zelda Hylia (breaksthefontech)Where: Ordo 3
When: Evening of the 16th >>> Morning of the 17th
What: Guy's staying the night. Only awkward things can come from this.
Style: [Brackets and lots of words!!]
Status: Closed, locked, bolted.
[Guy hated feeling cornered.
Even with the work that Zelda had done to calm him down earlier in the morning, the fontechnician still found himself anxious, all his muscles tense and aching. It was as if he was wound-up on an invisible motor, unable to keep himself in his normal state of calm composure for very long at all before having to move; wring his hands, mutter to himself, or just huddle in a corner with his head in his hands and try to breathe. While the other members of the house came and left throughout the day, Guy couldn't get himself to exit the front door.
He knew he wasn't in right sorts. Yes, he was worried about Luke and where the redhead had ended up... but he wanted to have at least part of his mind in order before he left for home.
So he'd spent most of the afternoon and early evening simply wandering the house, steering clear of the bedrooms for respect of not flitting through other people's personal spaces and belongings. For a brief portion of the afternoon, he'd had the study to himself, in which he spent most of the time pacing the same portion of the floor for nearly 35 minutes straight, eyes clouded and fingers digging into his palms.
It was horrendous. He knew it was his fear - it clawed at him every time he caught his reflection in a window or listened too closely to the timber of his voice. Hell, even just acknowledging the change in his body structure was enough to get his heart pounding hard and fast up in his neck, enough to make him feel physically ill. Thank the Score he was usually able to find a corner to seclude himself in when actual panic rose up - in the study or locking himself in an unoccupied bathroom until it passed.
Each time got a little harder.
He hadn't eaten. He hadn't tried, and he had become incredibly defensive and cold when Zelda approached him about it. He really hadn't meant to snap as harshly as he did... but he felt like a caged animal right now. It was a battle for him, to try and keep his mind off that line between discomfort and panic... and the more tired he became, the more difficult that battle was to fight.
It was well into the evening now. Guy hadn't looked at a clock for a while, and frankly he didn't quite care. He had finally lost the energy to keep up his frantic pace through the hallways a few minutes prior and has now resigned to an exhausted slump onto the couch in the main sitting room, lilting against the couch's arm with his hands pressed against his knees.
He looks exhausted. He feels exhausted.
But he needs to get home... right?
...God, how is he going to take a whole week of this...?]