aftermath.......
OOC:after this scene.....
::sits and stares at closed door for what seems like hours....actually only a few minutes::
What the hell did I just do? Am I trying to wreck my own career...or just my life all together?
::drops head into hands and begins to shake...emotions boiling to the surface....grief...anger....despair....::
...
...
*an hour passes*
::finally lifts head and makes way to bathroom, splashes water on face, revealing red rimmed eyes, blows nose on tissue, looking long at self in the mirror::
Dear god what if he decides to press charges.....I never meant to..it was unintentional.....a stupid mistake from a lonely drunken fool who hasn't touched another person in that way in almost ten years....not since....Henry.
::rubs hand over face, going back into main living area::
::stands in middle of room looking for something...anything...feels afloat...lost in a raging sea of needs....losses.....::
::spies the picture of Porthos...the first one he and Henry did together, reaches out grabbing it off wall, clutching it to his chest as if an anchor, walks over and collapses on bed, still dressed::
::sobs in pillow::
Oh God....I wish I were dead.
::passes out::
::sits and stares at closed door for what seems like hours....actually only a few minutes::
What the hell did I just do? Am I trying to wreck my own career...or just my life all together?
::drops head into hands and begins to shake...emotions boiling to the surface....grief...anger....despair....::
...
...
*an hour passes*
::finally lifts head and makes way to bathroom, splashes water on face, revealing red rimmed eyes, blows nose on tissue, looking long at self in the mirror::
Dear god what if he decides to press charges.....I never meant to..it was unintentional.....a stupid mistake from a lonely drunken fool who hasn't touched another person in that way in almost ten years....not since....Henry.
::rubs hand over face, going back into main living area::
::stands in middle of room looking for something...anything...feels afloat...lost in a raging sea of needs....losses.....::
::spies the picture of Porthos...the first one he and Henry did together, reaches out grabbing it off wall, clutching it to his chest as if an anchor, walks over and collapses on bed, still dressed::
::sobs in pillow::
Oh God....I wish I were dead.
::passes out::