What Are You Waiting For, the Day Is Gone?
Who: Alice (bloodiedchain) and Jack Vessalius (bound_by_this)
What: An awkward reunion that spans a century
When: Backdated to the day after this whole thing
Where: Casa de Nightray
Warnings: PG-13
Status: In Progress
It was almost suffocating.
What a strange, uncomfortable feeling to be in a place that had such tension one felt as though he could almost touch it. Jack wondered if it was the same for the others that were aware he was staying within the same walls as they, or if it was just his own unhealthy paranoia. That notion amused him briefly, but hardly enough that he could forget the present situation.
Since he'd been brought to Naoki and Gilbert's place and not given much choice but to stay while the rest of the world went mad around them, Jack had for the most part kept to the room he'd been allowed to stay in. It was stifling for one so normally sociable, but he bore the weight of such guilt and discomfort in silence. More than once had it crossed his mind to try slipping out, maybe through the window, but with all those black creatures about, he decided it would only make more trouble for everyone else if they had to worry about him.
Sleep wasn't much of an option either, fleeting at best, eluding him when he felt he should be indulging in it. It chose such times to rear its head again, which was why Jack would be found in the spare room, dozing near the window.
What: An awkward reunion that spans a century
When: Backdated to the day after this whole thing
Where: Casa de Nightray
Warnings: PG-13
Status: In Progress
It was almost suffocating.
What a strange, uncomfortable feeling to be in a place that had such tension one felt as though he could almost touch it. Jack wondered if it was the same for the others that were aware he was staying within the same walls as they, or if it was just his own unhealthy paranoia. That notion amused him briefly, but hardly enough that he could forget the present situation.
Since he'd been brought to Naoki and Gilbert's place and not given much choice but to stay while the rest of the world went mad around them, Jack had for the most part kept to the room he'd been allowed to stay in. It was stifling for one so normally sociable, but he bore the weight of such guilt and discomfort in silence. More than once had it crossed his mind to try slipping out, maybe through the window, but with all those black creatures about, he decided it would only make more trouble for everyone else if they had to worry about him.
Sleep wasn't much of an option either, fleeting at best, eluding him when he felt he should be indulging in it. It chose such times to rear its head again, which was why Jack would be found in the spare room, dozing near the window.