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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2017 8:42 pm
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Through Alexis' door is still white-hot spikes of boiling pain, irregular in pace - just wanna sleep, god, why can't i sleep, ********> - their thoughts push out, panicked, before being pulled in on the next breath. It's an impressive degree of emotional self-regulation, although that's a little bit untrue, because the panic keeps bubbling up hot in their chest --
Alexis pulls the pillow into their face and grumbles, but it just comes out pained and breaking, the sound shot-through with hurt before it even breaches their lips.
didn't want more - covers them up, less questions - why have i been here before
Their thoughts circle on that point. It's eerie.
why do i remember this, i shouldn't, i've never had fire on my back before - the pain spikes again, and the words Nasir's picking up from their mind fall to pieces. It's just burning burning burning, I failed I failed, you LEFT me as so many disconnected concept-thoughts.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2017 9:02 pm
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Alexis' thoughts are so bright they feel like a beacon in the maze of hallways - bright and angry and terrible. There's a purity of desire to them; they are straightforward even in their own head, nothing to hide, not on this topic where it hurts it hurts - another razor-spike of pain as their arms tense. Untense.
A slow push to a sitting position.
The shirt they've been given hardly counts as a shirt, by some metrics; backless and sleeveless, some loose fabric of a deep red, flowing and gentle with a loose collar. Nothing to constrict their chest, nothing to force against their skin. Normally they'd complain - it is to Wick's tastes, less so theirs, but - their stubbornness will cause them so much pain, they already know that. He's offered them this respite when they wouldn't take the other.
"Little. Told him I didn't want any more than this." The blisters are gone from their arms, but the skin looks terribly painful; they hold their fingers a little above the bed's fabric, unlikely to touch it. There's so much hair missing. All the way to their shoulderblades, it's gone. "It hides anythin' else that was there. So. Even if it hurts -" <********, it hurts, it hurts, conceptual-pain straining and spiking out of their mind before it's thrown back under lock and key - "I'd rather have this than what was there."
Alexis looks tired, but the glassy-feverish-blind look to their eyes is gone; the look they'd had when they'd held his hand and called him Daniel, seeing someone who wasn't here. Now it's just pain, and pain, and pain, and they look so small; the set of their shoulders, their jaw, still posturing for intimidation.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 9:38 pm
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They laughed; a short little huff of breath, more palpable in the way their shoulders shook than in any noise. Alexis didn't really laugh loudly, after all, not when it was genuine - their snorts and scoffs and little bitter noises were audible instead. "Nah. You know how my tolerance is. With my luck, I'll get a hangover n' ******** up the casting tomorrow." They leaned towards him, not touching but close.
(There was a key burned (maybe branded, really) into their sternum. It was already scarred, pinked-up, pale; far too old to be from this. It would never have been visible, the way they normally dressed; but the neck on the shirt was low, as to not pull any further at their burns. They didn't seem too aware it was visible.)
"I know actually trimming this's best left to another day, but can you just sit for a little while? It'd help."
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