Seeing Through Another's Eyes (Wes)
(ooc teensy backdate to morning.)
[Wes is certain something is wrong as soon as he awakens. It's so bright in his room, and the sounds of people in the halls are loud and unsettling, as though he's up close, even though he's still inside, with the door shut. And why is the air full of odors? He rises, going into the bathroom, and the cold reality hits when he sees the mirror, and sees...nothing. Just the empty room behind him. The journal picks up his fright.]
Oh, no...oh, God.
[He feels his neck, but the skin is smooth and clear. There is no sign at all of wounds. He's beginning to understand the castle's habit of doing things, and he considers that as a possibility. He goes to stand near his bedroom's window, holding his arm out into the sun. As he expected, it begins to smolder and burn, forcing him back after a few seconds. He feels something shift on his face as he jumps back, and he reaches up, able now to feel the bumps on his forhead and the fangs in his mouth.]
This canNOT be happening to me! I'd rather die...I still have...my soul is intact. I can feel that. That's a relief. But,good lord, the hunger...I can't tolerate the thought of having to feed as Angel does, but I have no choice.
[He just prays as he heads for the kitchen that he won't lose control and attack anyone or do anything he'll regret later.]
[Wes is certain something is wrong as soon as he awakens. It's so bright in his room, and the sounds of people in the halls are loud and unsettling, as though he's up close, even though he's still inside, with the door shut. And why is the air full of odors? He rises, going into the bathroom, and the cold reality hits when he sees the mirror, and sees...nothing. Just the empty room behind him. The journal picks up his fright.]
Oh, no...oh, God.
[He feels his neck, but the skin is smooth and clear. There is no sign at all of wounds. He's beginning to understand the castle's habit of doing things, and he considers that as a possibility. He goes to stand near his bedroom's window, holding his arm out into the sun. As he expected, it begins to smolder and burn, forcing him back after a few seconds. He feels something shift on his face as he jumps back, and he reaches up, able now to feel the bumps on his forhead and the fangs in his mouth.]
This canNOT be happening to me! I'd rather die...I still have...my soul is intact. I can feel that. That's a relief. But,good lord, the hunger...I can't tolerate the thought of having to feed as Angel does, but I have no choice.
[He just prays as he heads for the kitchen that he won't lose control and attack anyone or do anything he'll regret later.]