( Behind a Cut Right From The Get Go for Murder-Talk Reasons )

It was late, ridiculously late in the day, by the time Jono's portal dropped him off in Sidra again. He'd paid extra for a trip with no stopovers, because odds were high that he'd just blow up anything along the way that got between him and a bed, at this point. He'd been up for going on three days by the time he'd finished navigating the portals, ( Read more... )

Jonothon hadn't left his room in two days, now.

He couldn't bring himself to. Nothing was quite right about anything since Sunday night, and what the hell was he supposed to do even if he did? Wander around waving hello to people? Hope he didn't trip over something? Just casually wander into the clothing store and ask what they had in their stock ( Read more... )

Sometimes, you just had to go walking in the rain.

Maybe it was because of a week spent cooped up in one place. Maybe it was because of whispers and murmurs that had taken to following you around no matter where you went. Maybe it was just a whim.

( Cut for Length, References to Concentration Camps, and some good old-fashioned Body Horror. )

Waking up hurt.

Waking up hurt for so many reasons that Jonothon spent days, at first, just telling himself not to start listing them off. If he started, he pointed out, he'd just never stop. And then he'd be stuck inside his own head just telling himself all of the reasons that he ought to be miserable.

( After a while, boredom won. )

"Better be careful," she said. "Curiosity and the cat and all," she said ( Read more... )