Breaking apart [OPEN/INCOMPLETE]
Characters: Morpheus & Anyone in room 4D
Date/Time: February 15th , right after event 21 part 2
Location: 4th Floor hallway/ Room 4D
Rating: Currently G
Warnings: Major angst. You have been warned.
Summary: Morpheus battles himself and manages to pull himself out of his room to try and meet his father.
Morpheus looked frozen, his hand perched on the edge of the doorknob while his eyes blinked slowly to try and clear his temporarily blurred vision. Thankfully his sanity was just coming back to him, thoughts slowly registering again like a slow moving line at the market. The boy wasn't used to the sudden emotional shift at all, his memory was still trying to reboot itself and adjust to the new mindset.
"Now what was I doing again...Ah."
The words came out more as a murmur to himself than anything else as his body fidgeted nervously. His hands moved towards the doorknob, faltering along with his determination as emotions clashed furiously with each other. One side was urging him to go and meet his father finally, another telling him to go and hide from the women and yet, another side was just pulling him away from the mere thought of meeting people. Somehow his insecurities increased ten-fold, his eyes scared to even try and look at himself. Shoulders scrunched together in a self-conscious action even though he knew that no one else was in the room.
No, yes, go, stop, leave, he never care-, but now there's time, but he's hor-, you're horrible, why would you want to meet him, better to be warm then cold, such kind words, lies, lies, truth, how can you know, why, why?
The handle started to shake from the struggle.
"How should I know, why....why now?" Morpheus said, his breath coming out in choked but oddly quiet gasps. The words sounded like something close to sobs, though it was more like oxygen deprived gasps for air like he was falling and falling through the water again and again -and all of a sudden he was seeing her, oh please please not her, the woman with chilled arms reaching out to pull him down into the darkness.
Morpheus sprinted out into the hallway in a split-second decision, feet pounding desperately against the floor as he ran towards the room he knew that held the person he needed to talk to.
Whether his mind wanted to or not.
Strangely, he couldn't control his hands as they slowly banged against the door over and over again while trying to pull himself together and not emotionally break down any longer.
"Father, dad, dad?" Morpheus shouted, slightly fragile and still emotionally unstable.
His feet were literally shaking in their gray socks as he forced himself to try and ignore the voice yelling in his mind that's telling him to leave and just run.
Knees trembling, breath hitching, eyes shifting, he's waiting with bated breath in front of room 4D with conflicted emotions like never before.
Date/Time: February 15th , right after event 21 part 2
Location: 4th Floor hallway/ Room 4D
Rating: Currently G
Warnings: Major angst. You have been warned.
Summary: Morpheus battles himself and manages to pull himself out of his room to try and meet his father.
Morpheus looked frozen, his hand perched on the edge of the doorknob while his eyes blinked slowly to try and clear his temporarily blurred vision. Thankfully his sanity was just coming back to him, thoughts slowly registering again like a slow moving line at the market. The boy wasn't used to the sudden emotional shift at all, his memory was still trying to reboot itself and adjust to the new mindset.
"Now what was I doing again...Ah."
The words came out more as a murmur to himself than anything else as his body fidgeted nervously. His hands moved towards the doorknob, faltering along with his determination as emotions clashed furiously with each other. One side was urging him to go and meet his father finally, another telling him to go and hide from the women and yet, another side was just pulling him away from the mere thought of meeting people. Somehow his insecurities increased ten-fold, his eyes scared to even try and look at himself. Shoulders scrunched together in a self-conscious action even though he knew that no one else was in the room.
No, yes, go, stop, leave, he never care-, but now there's time, but he's hor-, you're horrible, why would you want to meet him, better to be warm then cold, such kind words, lies, lies, truth, how can you know, why, why?
The handle started to shake from the struggle.
"How should I know, why....why now?" Morpheus said, his breath coming out in choked but oddly quiet gasps. The words sounded like something close to sobs, though it was more like oxygen deprived gasps for air like he was falling and falling through the water again and again -and all of a sudden he was seeing her, oh please please not her, the woman with chilled arms reaching out to pull him down into the darkness.
Morpheus sprinted out into the hallway in a split-second decision, feet pounding desperately against the floor as he ran towards the room he knew that held the person he needed to talk to.
Whether his mind wanted to or not.
Strangely, he couldn't control his hands as they slowly banged against the door over and over again while trying to pull himself together and not emotionally break down any longer.
"Father, dad, dad?" Morpheus shouted, slightly fragile and still emotionally unstable.
His feet were literally shaking in their gray socks as he forced himself to try and ignore the voice yelling in his mind that's telling him to leave and just run.
Knees trembling, breath hitching, eyes shifting, he's waiting with bated breath in front of room 4D with conflicted emotions like never before.