the air is full of the withering wind of exclamation points
Sims 3 tomorrow.
Sims 3 tomorrow.
SIMS 3 TOMORROW.
SIMS 3 TOMORROW.
Oh. And I have two previews for you.
Soon-to-be-new Light/L and Matt/Mello chapter story.
"So who haven't we heard from today?" The sponsor's eyes zipped through the crowd like a hawk looking for its prey before it finally landed on the silent blonde slumping in his chair, bangs covering his eyes from view. If Matt wouldn't have been able to see the man munching on a chocolate bar quietly, he would have presumed him as quietly napping.
"Ah! Mello!" The sponsor grinned encouragingly at the outcast, who peered through the curtain of his bangs and managed a small smirk.
"'M fine." Mello replied shortly, the chocolate bar still lodged between his teeth.
From the other end of the circle, Matt could hear one man murmuring an indistinct and sardonic "big surprise" into the air at Mello's refusal.
"Now come on, Mello," the sponsor continued to pry, his tone still hopeful, "we know it's hard to open up, but you have to let yourself go... we're all here to help, not to judge. We haven't heard much from you."
If by much he meant nothing at all, Matt could confirm that the man was right on. In the three weeks Matt had attended AA, the mysterious Mello hadn't said a single word with the exception of the polite refusals to speak. It didn't seem that the man was shy, in fact his clothing suggested he was more of the gregarious type, but rather arrogant of himself. Matt wondered why people like Mello even bothered coming to AA, other than to laugh at the silly and sometimes ludicrous stories of others' past hardships.
"I doubt it," Mello responded, and slowly peeled the foil from the sweet he was clutching in his fingers, "we're all here to judge."
Remus could tell from the way that Sirius was shoveling eggs onto his plate that something was definitely going on.
Actually, he knew this before the breakfast began. But the eggs simply confirmed it. He had heard more than a few disturbances last night. More than the usual padding of sleepy and clumsy footsteps across the dormitory carpet. More than Peter murmuring helplessly into his pillow, his cries muffled as he voiced his obvious nightmares.
No. In fact, Remus had barely gotten any sleep with the constant sound of Sirius readjusting and shuffling in his bed sheets as he cursed and cursed into the silent night and broke the tranquility. It wasn’t until the soft sound of Sirius’ breathing indicated his ability to finally fall asleep that Remus found comfort in his mattress and truly slept as well.
“Um. That’s a lot of eggs.”
“You’ll die of cholesterol fattening, y’know,” Peter piped in, despite ladling his own plate full of the food. Sirius shrugged nonetheless.
“How can anyone deny eggs? They’re so yellow!”
Remus was silent. “That’s nice, Padfoot.” He finally ventured.
James ate off of Sirius’ plate silently, stealing forkfuls of fluffy egg away discreetly.
“You must be hungry. After all, you have no energy. For not sleeping last night.” The slightly bitter, accusatory tone in James’ voice assured Remus that he was not the only soul thumping his head against his pillow like a broken record.
“Oh. Right. Sorry about that. Did I keep anyone up?”
With the exception of the clinking of utensils, the Marauder’s part of the breakfast table was deadly silent. Sirius chuckled.
“I had an… interesting dream. Kept me up.”
“Oh ho ho.”
Sirius elbowed James in the ribs, but still not being able to contain his snickers at the comment.
“Mmkay. So nothing like that at allllll?”
The black-haired boy was silent. James tutted.
“All right then. Tell me later, Pads?”
Sirius elbowed him again, grinning, before point his fork at Remus accusingly. A piece of egg flew off and landed squarely on Peter’s shoulder. Peter was unaware of the extra accessory he was suddenly sporting on his sleeve.
“You were in my dream!”
Remus raised an eyebrow, wordlessly spreading butter on his fresh toast.
“It was weird, mate. I was at my parent’s house and enjoying my life in my own special hell when out of nowhere you fly through my window on a broomstick even though you can’t ride a broomstick worth toffee and grab my hand, pull me on, and say Sirius. Sirius, I’m saving you. And you didn’t let go of my hand the whole time we flew into the sunset.”
If Sirius was awkward about his dream, his voice betrayed his emotions. Instead, he was shaking his head with a flummoxed furrow to his brows as though he was trying to work out examinations within his head. James, astonishingly enough, looked equally perplexed.
“Uh. Uh, Sirius,” said Remus, clearing his throat. He glanced up his toast.
“Isn’t that bloody bizarre? I have no idea what that means. Pass the bacon.”
Sims 3 tomorrow.
SIMS 3 TOMORROW.
SIMS 3 TOMORROW.
Oh. And I have two previews for you.
Soon-to-be-new Light/L and Matt/Mello chapter story.
"So who haven't we heard from today?" The sponsor's eyes zipped through the crowd like a hawk looking for its prey before it finally landed on the silent blonde slumping in his chair, bangs covering his eyes from view. If Matt wouldn't have been able to see the man munching on a chocolate bar quietly, he would have presumed him as quietly napping.
"Ah! Mello!" The sponsor grinned encouragingly at the outcast, who peered through the curtain of his bangs and managed a small smirk.
"'M fine." Mello replied shortly, the chocolate bar still lodged between his teeth.
From the other end of the circle, Matt could hear one man murmuring an indistinct and sardonic "big surprise" into the air at Mello's refusal.
"Now come on, Mello," the sponsor continued to pry, his tone still hopeful, "we know it's hard to open up, but you have to let yourself go... we're all here to help, not to judge. We haven't heard much from you."
If by much he meant nothing at all, Matt could confirm that the man was right on. In the three weeks Matt had attended AA, the mysterious Mello hadn't said a single word with the exception of the polite refusals to speak. It didn't seem that the man was shy, in fact his clothing suggested he was more of the gregarious type, but rather arrogant of himself. Matt wondered why people like Mello even bothered coming to AA, other than to laugh at the silly and sometimes ludicrous stories of others' past hardships.
"I doubt it," Mello responded, and slowly peeled the foil from the sweet he was clutching in his fingers, "we're all here to judge."
Remus could tell from the way that Sirius was shoveling eggs onto his plate that something was definitely going on.
Actually, he knew this before the breakfast began. But the eggs simply confirmed it. He had heard more than a few disturbances last night. More than the usual padding of sleepy and clumsy footsteps across the dormitory carpet. More than Peter murmuring helplessly into his pillow, his cries muffled as he voiced his obvious nightmares.
No. In fact, Remus had barely gotten any sleep with the constant sound of Sirius readjusting and shuffling in his bed sheets as he cursed and cursed into the silent night and broke the tranquility. It wasn’t until the soft sound of Sirius’ breathing indicated his ability to finally fall asleep that Remus found comfort in his mattress and truly slept as well.
“Um. That’s a lot of eggs.”
“You’ll die of cholesterol fattening, y’know,” Peter piped in, despite ladling his own plate full of the food. Sirius shrugged nonetheless.
“How can anyone deny eggs? They’re so yellow!”
Remus was silent. “That’s nice, Padfoot.” He finally ventured.
James ate off of Sirius’ plate silently, stealing forkfuls of fluffy egg away discreetly.
“You must be hungry. After all, you have no energy. For not sleeping last night.” The slightly bitter, accusatory tone in James’ voice assured Remus that he was not the only soul thumping his head against his pillow like a broken record.
“Oh. Right. Sorry about that. Did I keep anyone up?”
With the exception of the clinking of utensils, the Marauder’s part of the breakfast table was deadly silent. Sirius chuckled.
“I had an… interesting dream. Kept me up.”
“Oh ho ho.”
Sirius elbowed James in the ribs, but still not being able to contain his snickers at the comment.
“Mmkay. So nothing like that at allllll?”
The black-haired boy was silent. James tutted.
“All right then. Tell me later, Pads?”
Sirius elbowed him again, grinning, before point his fork at Remus accusingly. A piece of egg flew off and landed squarely on Peter’s shoulder. Peter was unaware of the extra accessory he was suddenly sporting on his sleeve.
“You were in my dream!”
Remus raised an eyebrow, wordlessly spreading butter on his fresh toast.
“It was weird, mate. I was at my parent’s house and enjoying my life in my own special hell when out of nowhere you fly through my window on a broomstick even though you can’t ride a broomstick worth toffee and grab my hand, pull me on, and say Sirius. Sirius, I’m saving you. And you didn’t let go of my hand the whole time we flew into the sunset.”
If Sirius was awkward about his dream, his voice betrayed his emotions. Instead, he was shaking his head with a flummoxed furrow to his brows as though he was trying to work out examinations within his head. James, astonishingly enough, looked equally perplexed.
“Uh. Uh, Sirius,” said Remus, clearing his throat. He glanced up his toast.
“Isn’t that bloody bizarre? I have no idea what that means. Pass the bacon.”