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Post by Greenie on Dec 7, 2008 21:31:15 GMT -5
Lost. He was lost. It was as if someone had placed a maze around him, but accidentally blocked him in an escapeless tunnel. There was an exit somewhere, he knew, but it was far away and behind several large, impenetrable walls. For some reason he wasn't searching for the exit - though it would have been taken were it there - but rather, for something else.
"You are cursed!" A voice next to his head boomed, causing him to stumble back.
"No!" He mumbled in reply, blindly grappling at the walls.
"You have broken your safeguard and attracted it's attention, it is your own fault!"
"No.. I am bound.." He whispered hoarsely, hugging the maze wall. The unnamed force whipped around him like gale winds, causing him to slide to the ground and into oblivion.
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Dysthymia awoke with a gasp, acutely aware that his sheets were soaked with sweat once more. He had two precious moments of blissful clarity before his life pounded down into him with surprising force: the Court situation, his grotesque body, his fucked up relationship, his bindings -
- he was cursed.
Instead of getting up and blindly going about his useless day, he ignored his wet sheets and stared at the ceiling blankly.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 9, 2008 18:08:05 GMT -5
Christopher was a generally insensitive person, but he did care in the long run of things. He would never admit to it. And he would always remain a downright bastard. And per-usual he didn't knock before entering.
"Get up. Your girlfriend is here for a visit," Christopher said when he entered the room, keeping the door ajar for the person behind him. It was rare for this Rosemary person to appear when Christopher was here. She had the nasty habit of showing up and disappearing before he ever had a chance to see her. He wished that, maybe, it could have stayed like that. The woman was absolutely off her head. It might have something to do with her region, and the fact that she was covered in a giant rose tattoo, but she was Mia's friend. Somehow. So he should probably keep his mouth shut. Then again, even if he insulted her, she probably wouldn't grasp the concept. Rosemary stayed outside the door, waiting for a response. She didn't want to be a complete snot today, she was here to finally congratulate Dysthymia.  |
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Post by Greenie on Dec 9, 2008 23:13:35 GMT -5
One question Mia was forced to repeatedly ask himself, and never seemed to find the answer to was why, why did he never lock his door?
He didn't move, but glanced over at the doorway - not that Christopher would be able to tell. His eyes, thank god, were one thing he didn't have to actually look at on a daily basis. Mirrors were easy enough to avoid when you made a concious effort.
Mia had no real answer to Christopher's snark. He could have said 'Don't you mean your girlfriend?' or 'Just tell her I'm dead', but neither seemed worth opening his mouth for. Sometimes silence was the best method to get people to go away, which is ultimately what he wanted. The ferret had no wish to be cheerful for Rose, and Christopher..
.. Mia didn't know what to do about Christopher. He didn't know what he wanted from him anymore, or what he could even expect.
He stayed motionless and silent, his gaze rerouted back to the ceiling.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 14, 2008 19:17:19 GMT -5
Christopher didn't enjoy the silence. He of course wasn't going to let Mia get away with being silent. The man had been moping for how long? It was utterly ridiculous. Mia was now the bloody King of Spades. He shouldn't be under the covers acting like an idiot.
Rosemary peered around the door, ears pulled back in worry. She didn't speak as she watched Christopher make his way around the bed. The man had a rather unhappy look on his face.
Maybe she should go?
"Get up. Now." Chris said as he ripped the covers off of the other man. A disgruntled look remained on Christopher's face as he continued to look down at the ferret. "You're not going to sulk when you have a visitor who came just to see you and you alone. I'm not playing games today, so get your ass out of bed."
It was harsh, but oh well.
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Post by Greenie on Dec 14, 2008 19:41:21 GMT -5
Mia hardly registered Christopher crossing the room, or Rose peering through the doorway, his thoughts diverted so quickly back to his mental hell. His body instinctively curled up when the heat of the covers was removed. Immediately he cringed in shame, abruptly aware his chest was now exposed. He curled up on his side and covered as much of the glass as possible with his arm, knowing it was a futile effort.
"Is that all this is to you? A game?" He asked, barely loud enough to hear, but audibly tense. It was a loaded question, and the ferret was unable to keep his tone from revealing it as such.
He didn't move from where he was, still doing his best to keep his chest from showing. Part of it was he truly felt unattractive, covered in glass spirals and protrusions, but the more deeply hidden half didn't want either of them staring - didn't want their pity.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 14, 2008 19:58:10 GMT -5
"You're the one playing the damn game." Christopher hissed. "For once in your life can't you just be happy? You're the freaking King of Spades!"
Rosemary stepped into the room. He eyed the man on the bed, her ears drooping at the sight. She didn't speak as she trotted over to the bed, ignoring the angry dog she hopped on the bed next to Mia.
She wasn't going to leave at a time like this. He was obviously hating himself and in utter misery. She couldn't let him do that. It just... it didn't sit well with her. He certainly looked different since the last time she saw him... a lot different. "Mia..." she said quietly.
Christopher shot the woman a glare. Fine. Whatever. He wasn't going to deal with this. Growling he turned on his heal and walked to the door. "You two have fun."
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Post by Greenie on Dec 14, 2008 20:17:39 GMT -5
"Why?" Mia spit out in return. "What reason do I have to be happy? You hate me, and as you pointed out, my job just piles work on me relentlessly. Yes, I am the King of Spades, but I am the only King of Spades. It just--" He cut off abruptly, and turned his head into the pillow while a short shudder of emotion ran through his body.
He recovered after a moment and opened his eyes to stare at Christopher's retreating figure. "Fuck it, Christopher, what have I done to make you reject me? What have I done?"
Immediately after asking, Mia wished he hadn't. He didn't want the answer - the answer he was sure existed. The reality was likely to be much more harsh and painful than what he was imagining - he'd never known Christopher to be kind when delivering the truth.
At least he'd asked for it this time..
He briefly glanced over at Rose, and had to stare back up at the ceiling, as he had no wish to make any kind of eye contact with the Saluki. He felt bad having her stuck in the room for the worst kind of argument, but she probably wouldn't leave even if he asked.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 14, 2008 20:40:39 GMT -5
Christopher froze. A growl escaped him as he turned around with narrow eyes. "What have you done?" Christopher said in a low threatening voice that he rarely used. It had been a while since he was this furious at someone. And Mia. Oh Mia. The idiot just had everything wrong. Completely wrong just like every typical non-Esterberry. Idiot! "What have you done to me? You should know exactly what you've done! What are you doing to me Mia? Herm? You have no idea do you?"
Rosemary was in a very unfortunate place. Stuck in the middle of a lover's argument. One that was obviously going bad places fast. Her tale fluffed up slightly as she watched the canine turn from where he had been walking to glare at the ferret from across the room.
She flattened her ears against her skull, her tail twitching slightly in agitation. "You two really shouldn't be arguing like this. It's not very productive beating around the bush. You're both being jerks."
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Post by Greenie on Dec 14, 2008 20:54:59 GMT -5
Mia finally sat up, finding it nearly impossible to hide his body and keep it still at the same time from the position he was in. He slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, but backed up against the headboard and did his best to hide the glass behind his knees without stabbing his knees. He had no wish to be in physical pain - emotional pain was plenty, thank you.
His emotions welled up uncomfortably. As if it wasn't enough that Christopher had finally admitted he had done something (or was continuing to do something, he wasn't really sure), he was going to make Mia ask again to find out what it was. "Just... tell me. Just spit it out." The ferret brought his hand up to his face, and drew it away at the sensation of moisture. He slowly became aware that tears were streaming down his face, his body's attempt at expelling the unwanted grief - whether he wished it to or not.
He refused to look up at Christopher or Rosemary, but instead closed his eyes and saught relief in the darkness. Hearing would be painful enough without having to witness Christopher's glare as well.
Mia had no real concept of what was truly wrong with their relationship. It hadn't started out right, that was for sure, but was an obstacle he'd never imagined would grow to this magnitude. Christopher continually picked on him, but he'd grown used to that, which led him to the only other conclusion he could come up with: it was his fault, and thus, ultimately him. He was the problem, and he had no idea how to fix that.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 14, 2008 21:13:54 GMT -5
"This is complete and utter bullshit." Christopher said throwing his hands up in the head. "No. I'm not going to answer you. Even if I say it you won't change. You'll always be the same."
And Rosemary was ignored. She sighed, ears drooping. This was stupid. This was worse than the spats her parents had. She rolled her eyes before reaching out and batting at Mia's ear. This was getting ridiculous.
"Look at both of yourself in a metaphorical mirror. You're both acting like children. And don't ignore me this time. You should be old enough to solve your own problems without yelling, but look at yourselves. Anyway. Is this really a time to be yelling at each other?" She looked from Mia to the still furious Christopher.
"Who are you to--"
"Oh shut your mouth Mr. Esterberry."
"How--"
"Shut it."
"YOU--"
"Shut it."
Christopher stared at the annoying wolf squirrel.
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