I drank deep from the river, sealed up my fate. (COMPLETE)
Who: James Sunderland
loves_cake, Mary Sunderland
job_13_28
Where Room 312
When: Mid-day
Rating: R - NC-17(If you know where to look) for FLASHBACKS AND EXTREMELY MESSED U- ....Silent Hill mindfuck guys. 8(
Summary: Reunion.
The Story:
This can't be real.
This can't be. Mary.
MARY.
James knows, he knows the dead can end up here. But Mary she had-
She had sent him off. Sent him off and told him to live for himself. He's done what she wanted. In spite of himself. In spite that he actually-
Hated Laura.
But he should be happy right? Happy to see his wife. His dearest wife, loving, loving Mary. Loving wife I'm nothing without you I'm nothing I can't go on I should just drive my car right into the la
She was so soft. So tender. The way she touched him, delicate fingers sliding up his torso. How had he found this? Perfect thing. Virgin. Like honey, so perfect. Part of him wanted to hold her down and watch her struggle because he's just so damned curious. Like holding a rabbit by it's ears, watching it kick and scream and struggle. Or pulling the petals off a flower. Feel the breath catch inside him, unbutton her blouse and she wont look at him. She wont look him in the eye, her face flushed, eyes flutter closed. Lowering his head to kiss her neck, calloused hands wandering, just barely over her milky skin. Shh. Quiet now. Lights off. Push her down to the bed, climb on top of her. Trap her there, listen to her sighs and muffled moans.
James feels a sick nausea brew up in his stomach. He wants to vomit as he approaches the door. What will he find? What? Will she be dying all over again? Will he have to put that pil
What can he say to her? SORRY I MURDERED YOU. SORRY ABOUT THAT, HONEY.
Leaning on the door briefly. Sliding his hand against the wood, down to the doorknob.
She held onto him so tight, like he'd disappear is she let go. He never made a sound, swallowing any grunts or groans that rose in his throat. She still refused to look at him. Even in the dark while they made love. Her husband. In the dark of the Lakeview Hotel. On their honeymoon. James was a virgin, too. Though he never said anything about it. He would have. There were girls in high school that he fantasized about while he was in his room, touching himself. But he never got the chance. He wasn't popular, and most of the girls found him creepy.
He turns the knob.
"...Mary?"
loves_cake, Mary Sunderland
job_13_28
Where Room 312
When: Mid-day
Rating: R - NC-17(If you know where to look) for FLASHBACKS AND EXTREMELY MESSED U- ....Silent Hill mindfuck guys. 8(
Summary: Reunion.
The Story:
This can't be real.
This can't be. Mary.
MARY.
James knows, he knows the dead can end up here. But Mary she had-
She had sent him off. Sent him off and told him to live for himself. He's done what she wanted. In spite of himself. In spite that he actually-
Hated Laura.
But he should be happy right? Happy to see his wife. His dearest wife, loving, loving Mary. Loving wife I'm nothing without you I'm nothing I can't go on I should just drive my car right into the la
She was so soft. So tender. The way she touched him, delicate fingers sliding up his torso. How had he found this? Perfect thing. Virgin. Like honey, so perfect. Part of him wanted to hold her down and watch her struggle because he's just so damned curious. Like holding a rabbit by it's ears, watching it kick and scream and struggle. Or pulling the petals off a flower. Feel the breath catch inside him, unbutton her blouse and she wont look at him. She wont look him in the eye, her face flushed, eyes flutter closed. Lowering his head to kiss her neck, calloused hands wandering, just barely over her milky skin. Shh. Quiet now. Lights off. Push her down to the bed, climb on top of her. Trap her there, listen to her sighs and muffled moans.
James feels a sick nausea brew up in his stomach. He wants to vomit as he approaches the door. What will he find? What? Will she be dying all over again? Will he have to put that pil
What can he say to her? SORRY I MURDERED YOU. SORRY ABOUT THAT, HONEY.
Leaning on the door briefly. Sliding his hand against the wood, down to the doorknob.
She held onto him so tight, like he'd disappear is she let go. He never made a sound, swallowing any grunts or groans that rose in his throat. She still refused to look at him. Even in the dark while they made love. Her husband. In the dark of the Lakeview Hotel. On their honeymoon. James was a virgin, too. Though he never said anything about it. He would have. There were girls in high school that he fantasized about while he was in his room, touching himself. But he never got the chance. He wasn't popular, and most of the girls found him creepy.
He turns the knob.
"...Mary?"