23 Griffin Way, Hayley's Room, Monday Morning
Jonothon woke up early this morning. It wasn't his room, it wasn't his bed, but his body was back to normal. He didn't have to open his eyes or pat himself down to know that. Not with the constant thrum of other in his blood, reminding him that he was only his own person until he let up for a moment, glanced at that power, and saw something worth embracing within it.
And really, for the time being, he was fairly resigned to that. Was actually just working on getting up to head back to his own home when he noticed the white smears of greasepaint over his fingers. Over his chest. And the sight he was met with when he looked in the mirror...
He didn't care that they weren't his bedsheets. He grabbed at them desperately, scrubbing the fabric against his face, his hands, his chest, until his flesh felt raw. He would never admit that there were tears. Ever. Or that it bothered him that his skin was still smeared with white and red when he finally gave up on cleaning it all off, dressed himself, gathered his soiled garments, and left.
It was a very cold, very quiet walk home.
[NFB, NFI, establishy. Trigger warnings for allusions to some pretty dark content/consent issues that show up in Hayley's previous (and really really really heavily warned-for, for damn good reasons) post .]
And really, for the time being, he was fairly resigned to that. Was actually just working on getting up to head back to his own home when he noticed the white smears of greasepaint over his fingers. Over his chest. And the sight he was met with when he looked in the mirror...
He didn't care that they weren't his bedsheets. He grabbed at them desperately, scrubbing the fabric against his face, his hands, his chest, until his flesh felt raw. He would never admit that there were tears. Ever. Or that it bothered him that his skin was still smeared with white and red when he finally gave up on cleaning it all off, dressed himself, gathered his soiled garments, and left.
It was a very cold, very quiet walk home.
[NFB, NFI, establishy. Trigger warnings for allusions to some pretty dark content/consent issues that show up in Hayley's previous (and really really really heavily warned-for, for damn good reasons) post .]