trust is a relationship of reliance.
September 24, 2009 - 4:37am — fayne
Warm wood assaulted the pads of her feet as they quivered just above the floor. It’s funny how, when one is in pain, the slightest touch, sound, or sight can be the most bothersome. God, pick your feet up. This was, of course, an impossibility. Tuna was less than hesitant to guess that her leg has never been this bad. It had started with an itch, and by the time it had reached its worst point, she had barely been able to get herself into her bedroom. The scar was red and angry – the pain rising from it was like thousands of nails tearing into flesh. Her skin soaked in sweat, she rocked back and forth with her arms over her stomach, dull eyes fixed widely on the floor ahead of her. The woman could do nothing but breath.
That, too, was a challenge.
In, out. In, out. Nothing else. Nothing…
The sound of a door opening and closing penetrated her head with poignant clarity. It was followed by a wonderfully familiar voice. “Tuna?” Clenching and unclenching her fists, she took a shaky breath. “Masque.” Too hoarse, too quiet, for him to hear. Her scar lashed her fiercely all the same. He knows me. I wouldn’t leave the door unlocked. He knows. Her eyes glassed over, Tuna stared at the floor in front of the doorway, pleading silently for all she was worth.
“Tuna?”
Come on.
Footsteps tapped on the hardwood floor, at an almost painful pace. It felt like forever that she waited, those twenty seconds. Dim relief flooded her system when his shoes appeared – it was slightly dampened by the grating of his voice on her skull. “T - Jesus, what happened to you?”
In an almost inaudible mutter, she responded, “Can’t you tell?” Her throat clenched trying to get it out, and she swallowed with effort, still bobbing. Her head dragged upward to look at him. His bewildered look towards her bare legs answered her question. “Trying…to get off those drugs. I’ll be fine. Haven’t…four days.” Overcome by burning and nausea, she stopped abruptly, gulping in breath like her face was being assaulted by the wind. It hadn’t hurt until today, when it decided to slam her. Typical pattern. Her blonde’s expression was one of fixed concern – the mattress sagged as he sat down on her right. His eyes took in the old wound, and after a moment, he sighed. “Christ, T. What have you done to yourself.” She looked at him with a blank face, knowing full well that all the fear and agony was in her eyes. Her response was short. “Nothing I didn’t deserve.”
It looked as though he’d taken a blow. “Bullshit,” came the quiet reply. Hhis hand brushed over the back of her neck softly. “I guess I get your motivation. God, you look terrible.” Unable to conjure up emotion to respond, she merely looked at him pleadingly, rasping “Stick around, will you?” The corner of his mouth twitched. “Wasn’t planning on going anywhere, sweetheart.”
He didn’t move for three hours. She numbly clutched at her arms, bit her lip until it bled, waiting desperately for the pain to recede. When it faded, finally, he laid her down carefully, took a place beside her, and stroked her hair until she fell into a dreamless sleep.
Clutching his hand.
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SDFSDF I couldn't think straight while writing it BUT flef insisted. |D Music was Calender Girl by Stars. IF YOU CAN CATCH THE ALMOST-IN-PIRATES-2 LINE YOU WIN THREE CASES OF LUPUS.
I can't stop reading
Freaking gorgeous, I sweartogod. <3<3<3
Fayne that's
Wow...
I think my favorite line-- dont call me dumb-- is "Come on." It adds so much "informality" to it. And so much emotion, you can feel her struggle... perfect! <3
Quote:IF YOU CAN CATCH THE
FJKDL "NOTHING I DIDN'T DESERVE?" -GUESS- but this is lovely (<-- weird adjective to use here FUFUFU). :c I felt her pain <3
;w;...Bawwwwwwwwww. --
-- Dannii <3
Flef: BBBBBAAAAAAAAW stop.
CM: OHFFFF I'm like rolling in your comment. Do not deseeeeeeerve. |D thankyousomuch. <33
Her: SUCCESS. -throws lupus at you- Thanks babe. 8DDDD
Dannii: LOL. -PETPET- <3333
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