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savetheearth2013-05-14 11:44 pm
redelivers) wrote in savetheearth2013-05-14 11:44 pm
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somebody help me through this nightmare
WHO: Toshi and Hajime
WHAT: Becoming a vampire is all fun and games until someone goes completely insane and becomes a mindless killing machine.
WHEN: Now-ish, sure. Nowish sounds good.
WHERE: Toshi's bedroom in Sano's apartment.
[ It's been getting worse.
There are good days and there are bad days, but steadily over the past week Toshi has noticed that this terrible emptiness, this terrible thirst has been growing worse and worse.
At first it was just the pain, terrifying and searing, burning through his veins. It would pass if he just choked it down, if he grit his teeth and forced himself to bear through it. Then it intensified, took longer to shake off. Before long Toshi found that the mere idea of blood would make his mouth water and his hands shake, and he'd feel such desperation to tear apart the next living thing he came across that he would have to find somewhere to be alone until it passed.
Now it's here again, and he's genuinely afraid that Sano will be in danger if this gets worse before it gets better. Biting back a dry sob at the sheer state of himself, he fumbles with his phone until he manages to pull it out of his pocket. By some miracle he gets through the contacts list and finds Hajime's number. There's no one else he knows to turn to. No one else he feels he can trust, not with this.
His eyes light on the mostly healed cut on his arm, and he knows if it comes down to it, there would be no one he would rather have standing between him and the rest of the world should he lose to this emptiness consuming him. ]
its bad. come over.
[ It's all he manages to type before he shakily hits 'send.' Then he buries his face against the pillow he has clutched to his chest, letting out a muffled scream. He can't feel anything but the pain. He can't think through it and he can't remember how to breathe. It burns through his mind, scorching away his thoughts, his inhibitions, his reason. Sooner or later--
Sooner or later he's going to forget why he has to hold back.
He has to hold back.
He can't do this.
Not to Sano.
Not to anyone. ]
WHAT: Becoming a vampire is all fun and games until someone goes completely insane and becomes a mindless killing machine.
WHEN: Now-ish, sure. Nowish sounds good.
WHERE: Toshi's bedroom in Sano's apartment.
[ It's been getting worse.
There are good days and there are bad days, but steadily over the past week Toshi has noticed that this terrible emptiness, this terrible thirst has been growing worse and worse.
At first it was just the pain, terrifying and searing, burning through his veins. It would pass if he just choked it down, if he grit his teeth and forced himself to bear through it. Then it intensified, took longer to shake off. Before long Toshi found that the mere idea of blood would make his mouth water and his hands shake, and he'd feel such desperation to tear apart the next living thing he came across that he would have to find somewhere to be alone until it passed.
Now it's here again, and he's genuinely afraid that Sano will be in danger if this gets worse before it gets better. Biting back a dry sob at the sheer state of himself, he fumbles with his phone until he manages to pull it out of his pocket. By some miracle he gets through the contacts list and finds Hajime's number. There's no one else he knows to turn to. No one else he feels he can trust, not with this.
His eyes light on the mostly healed cut on his arm, and he knows if it comes down to it, there would be no one he would rather have standing between him and the rest of the world should he lose to this emptiness consuming him. ]
its bad. come over.
[ It's all he manages to type before he shakily hits 'send.' Then he buries his face against the pillow he has clutched to his chest, letting out a muffled scream. He can't feel anything but the pain. He can't think through it and he can't remember how to breathe. It burns through his mind, scorching away his thoughts, his inhibitions, his reason. Sooner or later--
Sooner or later he's going to forget why he has to hold back.
He has to hold back.
He can't do this.
Not to Sano.
Not to anyone. ]
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...should've guessed, for you. Sano came as a surprise, though. Maybe we should-- I dunno. Talk about it together...?
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...I haven't looked in Souji's closet lately.
[>"lately"
>implying this is a thing that otherwise happens
>wow hajime]
But Souji and I have both appeared in each others' memories...so it may be prudent to ask him, as well.