[closed] When I wake up early in the morning
Characters: Derrick, Sanji
Location: B13
Time: post Darkness side plot, a few days after Derrick practicing too much and falling unconscious because of low energy and messed up beat
Content: After not seeing Derrick around the kitchen and then even the cafeteria (because Derrick has been off snoozing in his room the past few days), Sanji decides to make sure the stupid kid doesn't suffer from malnutrition. He doesn't give a damn about Derrick or is worried about him and totally does not feel guilty and responsible for his avoiding the kitchen. Shut up. >:|
Format: Setting up scene in prose, will go with whatever after
Warnings: Hopefully nothing more than possible language? =D;;
When he arrived back at the Institute from Mexico, Derrick's head was spinning. It wasn't just from the implications of the Darkness or the weariness from but also the fact that he had gotten the glowy things to do something besides hover by him and give him painful shocks. He did something with them!
The glimpse of control disappeared once he was back though. Derrick practiced and only got his usual result. Nothing. He kept trying and trying, making more and more of the glowy things as he listened to the music... only to suddenly have a wave of silence wash over him. Derrick found himself on the floor with a room half filled with hovering bright spheres and missing an hour's worth of time. Somehow, he wobbled back to his dorm room despite how heavy he felt and how his body shook with each step. Then, he collapsed on his bed. What had happened?
Now a few days later, Derrick was still in his bed under the covers, going in and out of consciousness. The one time the insomniac could easily fall asleep, his sleeping wasn't very restful or doing much to make him feel better. Time passing did seem to help. He could now stay awake longer if he wanted, and not wanting to worry his roommate, he made sure to whenever Allen was around. This could appear like a cold, he hoped.
Derrick wiggled his way deeper under his bed sheets, pressed his head against his pillow, and tried to will the strange ache away. Then he fell asleep instantly.
Location: B13
Time: post Darkness side plot, a few days after Derrick practicing too much and falling unconscious because of low energy and messed up beat
Content: After not seeing Derrick around the kitchen and then even the cafeteria (because Derrick has been off snoozing in his room the past few days), Sanji decides to make sure the stupid kid doesn't suffer from malnutrition. He doesn't give a damn about Derrick or is worried about him and totally does not feel guilty and responsible for his avoiding the kitchen. Shut up. >:|
Format: Setting up scene in prose, will go with whatever after
Warnings: Hopefully nothing more than possible language? =D;;
When he arrived back at the Institute from Mexico, Derrick's head was spinning. It wasn't just from the implications of the Darkness or the weariness from but also the fact that he had gotten the glowy things to do something besides hover by him and give him painful shocks. He did something with them!
The glimpse of control disappeared once he was back though. Derrick practiced and only got his usual result. Nothing. He kept trying and trying, making more and more of the glowy things as he listened to the music... only to suddenly have a wave of silence wash over him. Derrick found himself on the floor with a room half filled with hovering bright spheres and missing an hour's worth of time. Somehow, he wobbled back to his dorm room despite how heavy he felt and how his body shook with each step. Then, he collapsed on his bed. What had happened?
Now a few days later, Derrick was still in his bed under the covers, going in and out of consciousness. The one time the insomniac could easily fall asleep, his sleeping wasn't very restful or doing much to make him feel better. Time passing did seem to help. He could now stay awake longer if he wanted, and not wanting to worry his roommate, he made sure to whenever Allen was around. This could appear like a cold, he hoped.
Derrick wiggled his way deeper under his bed sheets, pressed his head against his pillow, and tried to will the strange ache away. Then he fell asleep instantly.