(no subject)
Sleep had been a vague relief, when it came.
(I love you)
Shelley had mostly hidden under piles of blankets, curled up and resolutely pretending to be asleep at the sound of Elan's footsteps when he came upstairs. But he walks on past, and the almost pleasant buzzing makes her sleepy enough to slip off quickly.
(Shelley, Shelley, Shelley)
If only her dreams had been as restful.
(That wound in your side, however, will kill you)
She can't remember any details, when she claws her way up from under the blankets, gulping back sobs, or anything apart from terror and panic and a very claustrophobic feeling that was probably the blankets but oh god. One trembling hand fumbles for the lightswitch, fails to find it, then goes to her forehead, damp with cold sweat.
(Shelley)
Quiet. Have to be quiet...
(I love you)
Shelley had mostly hidden under piles of blankets, curled up and resolutely pretending to be asleep at the sound of Elan's footsteps when he came upstairs. But he walks on past, and the almost pleasant buzzing makes her sleepy enough to slip off quickly.
(Shelley, Shelley, Shelley)
If only her dreams had been as restful.
(That wound in your side, however, will kill you)
She can't remember any details, when she claws her way up from under the blankets, gulping back sobs, or anything apart from terror and panic and a very claustrophobic feeling that was probably the blankets but oh god. One trembling hand fumbles for the lightswitch, fails to find it, then goes to her forehead, damp with cold sweat.
(Shelley)
Quiet. Have to be quiet...