Prompt 77.1.E:"For the first time in my life, I feel old."/Writers Muses/open RP Joanna
"For the first time in my life, I feel old." Nicolas Kokoris released a deep sigh as he stood in the tent's doorway, staring at the sprawling camp before him.
"Why would you say that?" Joanna Falconiri glanced up from the chart she was making notes in at her companion's comment. "That's not like you, Nic."
"Nothing changes, or if anything, it only gets worse, what's the point?" Without realizing it, one hand went to his low-back to knead a sudden ache.
"Nic, it does change, think of all those we help, those who are alive because we're here, it has to count for something." It was her turn to sigh, and after marking her place with her pen, she closed the folder and rose to join him in the doorway.
"Does it? I used to think so, now, I don't know." When she moved in close behind him, then slid her arms around his waist, he remained immobile except for dropping his own hand, for some reason not quite ready to accept the comfort of her words or touch.
"Days like today, I feel worthless, and I just can't get past it, it wasn't like this when we were here all those years ago. Have I changed all that much?" An explosion in the distance sent a tremble through him, and again his hand moved to his side. "I never felt afraid before, afraid that everything we were working for would end in failure, and I don't think I can handle feeling like this." As his words continued they grew much quieter, becoming almost lost to the sounds of the chaos outside the tent.
"Joanna. I don't know what to do."
Muse: Nicolas Kokoris
Fandom:Presidio Med
Words: 234
Thank you to Christina for the loan of her muse medico_bella for this prompt, if you'd like to read the original prompt and the RP that are referred to, you'll find those here: Look Out!
"Why would you say that?" Joanna Falconiri glanced up from the chart she was making notes in at her companion's comment. "That's not like you, Nic."
"Nothing changes, or if anything, it only gets worse, what's the point?" Without realizing it, one hand went to his low-back to knead a sudden ache.
"Nic, it does change, think of all those we help, those who are alive because we're here, it has to count for something." It was her turn to sigh, and after marking her place with her pen, she closed the folder and rose to join him in the doorway.
"Does it? I used to think so, now, I don't know." When she moved in close behind him, then slid her arms around his waist, he remained immobile except for dropping his own hand, for some reason not quite ready to accept the comfort of her words or touch.
"Days like today, I feel worthless, and I just can't get past it, it wasn't like this when we were here all those years ago. Have I changed all that much?" An explosion in the distance sent a tremble through him, and again his hand moved to his side. "I never felt afraid before, afraid that everything we were working for would end in failure, and I don't think I can handle feeling like this." As his words continued they grew much quieter, becoming almost lost to the sounds of the chaos outside the tent.
"Joanna. I don't know what to do."
Muse: Nicolas Kokoris
Fandom:Presidio Med
Words: 234
Thank you to Christina for the loan of her muse medico_bella for this prompt, if you'd like to read the original prompt and the RP that are referred to, you'll find those here: Look Out!