pick your poison.
ho ho ho my name is haru and i like to write snippets.
eidelweiss in the afternoon after the animus sessions: alone and sprawled haphazardly across a couch. his throat is dry. he stares glassy-eyed forever at the harsh light of the clinic.
from across him, dr langerak was asking him something. something about diets. sleep cycles. eidelweiss doesn't know anymore. he holds a single stem of rose that soleil gave to him, said it was for good luck, maybe he can take a leaf (haha) and live. eidelweiss agrees. he pushes the petals one by one into his chapped lips and down his throat.
"-- and how does that make you feel," dr langerak was saying. peering through hazel eyes eternally too bright and too cold for his tastes. eidelweiss glances to him, eyes perpetually just as cold.
"like i bleed," eidelweiss whispers. "like i've been bleeding too much."
dr langerak writes something on his notepad, a few notes. then he opens a drawer, takes out a bottle. today's colours are red and white. wordlessly, he hands it to him.
eidelweiss doesn't even look anymore. he takes it, eternally takes everything just as easily as he eternally takes lives. his hand doesn't falter. he clenches the bottle close to his ribs. he lies still. "good, good," dr langerak says. "we'll have you using those for two weeks, and then come back here, we'll see if we've made progress."
the petals are a bitter taste on his tongue and his other hand lies useless on the side, bleeding from gripping bald stems all too tight.
eidelweiss in the afternoon after the animus sessions: alone and sprawled haphazardly across a couch. his throat is dry. he stares glassy-eyed forever at the harsh light of the clinic.
from across him, dr langerak was asking him something. something about diets. sleep cycles. eidelweiss doesn't know anymore. he holds a single stem of rose that soleil gave to him, said it was for good luck, maybe he can take a leaf (haha) and live. eidelweiss agrees. he pushes the petals one by one into his chapped lips and down his throat.
"-- and how does that make you feel," dr langerak was saying. peering through hazel eyes eternally too bright and too cold for his tastes. eidelweiss glances to him, eyes perpetually just as cold.
"like i bleed," eidelweiss whispers. "like i've been bleeding too much."
dr langerak writes something on his notepad, a few notes. then he opens a drawer, takes out a bottle. today's colours are red and white. wordlessly, he hands it to him.
eidelweiss doesn't even look anymore. he takes it, eternally takes everything just as easily as he eternally takes lives. his hand doesn't falter. he clenches the bottle close to his ribs. he lies still. "good, good," dr langerak says. "we'll have you using those for two weeks, and then come back here, we'll see if we've made progress."
the petals are a bitter taste on his tongue and his other hand lies useless on the side, bleeding from gripping bald stems all too tight.