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Jul 12, 2011 22:22

Coming out from sleep was a slow process. It usually wasn't, but this morning it was. Slowly, slowly, rising out of deep murky depth filled with frights that couldn't see. When he opened his eyes, Ford didn't know at first what had happened. He was in his bed, early morning light was seeping into the room from behind the blinds, and he had Darcy's ( Read more... )

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darcyschumacher July 12 2011, 21:07:05 UTC
She woke as he barely stirred. Darcy had been a light sleeper her whole life but now she was even more alert to Ford in particular. Her night had been full of repeated visions of her hands on a woman's face as she snapped her neck. It was terrifying and yet she knew she had to. She hated herself for it even if it saved him. It may not have been a real person, but Darcy still felt like she had murdered someone.

She sat up slightly when he moved even barely. "No, no..." she whispered. "Relax." Darcy gazed at him for a long while. His internal battle had taken quite the toll. "God, Ford..." her voice weakened. She was just glad he was awake.

Alive.

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killer_saver July 12 2011, 21:13:28 UTC
"'s annoyin'." He still had problems forming words, but not as bad as the night before. At least now he could communicate in more than grunts. But his voice was still slurred. Though maybe him still being tired made that worse.

"Wanna get up." And he tried to. Muscles tightened, pulling at least his head off the pillow. But then his body gave up and he fell back down again. "Fuuuck..."

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darcyschumacher July 12 2011, 21:19:21 UTC
"Ford, stop!" she tried to brace him. He fell back to the bed. She wasn't as strong as usual but she had faired better than expected. Darcy swallowed hard and watched him. She should have realize he'd wake up swinging. Vulnerability was not a fun feeling for him.

"Do you remember what happened?" she asked softly.

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killer_saver July 12 2011, 21:23:30 UTC
"Ngh... Wish I didn't." Frustration and annoyance. Yeah, that was probably about right. And no, he didn't not enjoy being vulnerable. Weak. Because he hardly ever had.

He glared up at Darcy. She wasn't exactly helping, was she? Holding him down instead of helping him up.

"Lemme up. Nature's callin'."

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