Mar 19, 2011 04:35
[It’s late-night, of course, almost midnight. Naoki, thirsty, plods downstairs, all bleary-eyed from having been asleep. But alas. When thirst strikes, you can’t very well resist it. He mumbles to himself sleepily as he pours up a glass of water from the sink. The moment he lifts it to his lips, however, his eyes widen and a choked gasp escapes him as pain-and heat-surges through him.
The glass goes shattering over the floor as he collapses to his knees, his hands lifting to his eyes because his vision is changing, everything all at once too sharp, too much. And there’s noise, he can hear everything, the creak of the house, breaths from those sleeping upstairs, and the wind outside. Worst of it all is the emotions, the surge of them he can feel again from the residents of the city, pressing and pressing and pressing in on him-
His skin is burning, the marks bright in the dark of the kitchen, the horn (newly emerged) aching where it meets neck. Shuddering, Naoki curls up, back to the cabinets, face buried in his knees and hands over his ears. It’s too much. Too much.]
(ooc: Just getting this up-I shall be getting to all my tags in the next couple days when work stops eating me. |D Aaaand this is open to all housemates, of course.)
naoki kashima,
c: gilbert nightray,
c: jack vessalius