Sweet Nothings [Kire]
Jul 8, 2015 0:27:59 GMT -5
Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Jul 8, 2015 0:27:59 GMT -5
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If you must wait,
Wait for them here in my arms as I shake
For the first time in a long while, I don’t wanna fall asleep.
But when I do, I’m curled up in the sheets with an arm draped across Cordelia’s waist, face pressed into the pillow with a stupid grin. I drift asleep slowly, feeling warm and comfortable, and for a while there’s nothing to dream about except the feel of her lips against mine, her body pressed close, and it’s so easy to sleep that I think I could die right here and not feel bad at all.
Though she’s still close, at some point I pull my arm away and sleep in another position, and my thoughts – dreamy as I drift further into unconsciousness – let go of the positive and drift back to something darker, to things that I can’t keep out.
I dream about blowing bubbles, and my name being called over the loudspeaker in the training center.
Colgate O’Leary it says, the name Colgate blazing with fire and tar over its syllables.
It feels too much like my own name, and I feel a tinge of something wrong, and a sense of innate worry spreading through my thought process like a disease.
Colgate O’Leary, it blasts, and I’m standing, holding my chin up as I walk towards the training room doors. I’ve got a plan – one hell of a plan – and even now I can’t stop what I’m about do do.
It jumps – a few seconds, a minute – and I’m standing in front of a target, and an innocent Avox girl is standing directly in front, and I’ve got an axe in my palm, prepared to throw.
I don’t miss, ‘cause I’m not aiming for the target. I bury my axe in her body, and the scream echoes through my ears.
Colgate O’Leary. That's my name.
The scream goes on and on until my eyes pop open, and I jump a little when I see Cordelia lying down next to me. For a moment I worry that I’ve woken her up, and I’m not even sure what time it is. There’s only darkness coming in from the window, and I feel her stir beside me. I wanna close my eyes and pretend to be sleeping so she can rest, but it’s too late; her eyes flicker open and I feel the surprise wash over me, and I wait for her to close her eyes again and nestle back into her pillow, but she’s just as awake as I am.
I wonder if she can see the terror in my eyes.
Instead of showing it, I’m grinning like a fool, shutting away all that negative stuff and shifting over on my side so I can look at her better.
”You should go back to sleep. It’s still the middle of the night,” I whisper, tracing my fingers gently over her arm. I wonder if she feels odd now that we’re both awake and sober, more aware than before of the decision we both made. Maybe she’s too tired to care. Right now I’m wide awake, my pulse still racing from the dream, and I feel an urge to hold her close, but I don’t wanna disturb her sleep if she’s just trying to get comfortable.