|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 23:22:08 GMT
| The walk was a lot longer than he would have liked, but it gave him time to think through what he was planning on saying. It gave him time to sort out his thoughts, time to be able to come up with at least a few coherent sentences before walking blindly into the monster's cave. Well, technically, it less the monster being a problem than the monster's rather frequent mood swings. He wasn't a fan of that.
But here he was, standing rather pitifully in front of someone else's house, scarf pulled as far up as it would go as the knots in his stomach continued to grow and tighten. An unpleasant deep breath, he found that the cold air that usually comforted him was more choking him. Maybe it was the scarf.
A hesitant single knock was soon followed by a few more. He counted to ten, and when the door didn't open by the time he hit four, Erik decided to pull the scarf away. "We need to talk, Aeron."
@southie |
|
|
|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2014 0:05:58 GMT
Here he was, a ghost in a kitchen; his eyes lazily drifted shut a few times. Maybe in a few minutes he'd fall through the counter (your name is Aeron, you're alive.) He pushed himself off the counter and felt himself stiffen, taking up the cup of coffee that was now cold. He'd drifted off, Marlene's bed hadn't been home lately, this apartment had begun to feel empty except for her. Had it always been this way, he couldn't remember. His last remedy had gone, and the replacements he'd run through just didn't seem to do the trick.
They didn't feel the same under his fingers and their names didn't taste so well on his tongue. They'd get hung in his throat as he pushed them out the front door the morning after. No one ever got to keep his bed for very long.
He couldn't tell if he'd been ignoring, or if he simply hadn't noticed the knocks on the door. One, two, three - and then a voice. Lazily he looked at the door, just a few steps from him; right now he didn't want to open it.
But he did. He opened the door and stared down at the person across it's threshold. Stared down at him like he did everyone else - right now, he wasn't anything. "What do you want." he said, like a statement he knew the answer to. Nothing.
|
|
|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 2:13:12 GMT
| Eventually, Aeron did manage to drag himself to the door. When he opened it, Erik had to bite back a frown. His friend ( friend??? ) looked like absolute garbage, and he found himself just standing there and inspecting Aeron as if he was allowed to care. Well, it was inevitable, really. "Can we- Can we talk?"
You're not allowed to care, he had to remind himself, not allowed to keep sacrificing yourself for the sake of others. He did anyway. Where was the harm in delaying both of their pain - it would be better for both of them, right?
After all, they were friends, right?
Swallowing the lump growing in his throat, Erik shoved his hands in his pockets. "When was the last time you got proper sleep?"
@southie |
|
|
|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2014 16:17:36 GMT
He'd always lorded his height over Erik, as some kind of advantage, except this time it wasn't in that manner. Aeron loomed in the door frame looking down at Erik, down at him like he did most others. That's what you are to me at the moment, he thought, you're nothing, Erik. They tell you not to make homes out of people for this reason, they tell you and tell you, but he never listened. "About what?" he said tiredly, as if he didn't have the time or care for this right now. But he did, oh god he did but he'd rather gut himself than admit it.
"Who knows." he replied, rubbing his eyes before folding his arms back across his chest. Right now he was the monster mother's warned their children of in fables, in tales of fiction; and then there was Erik, come to tuck him away back under the bed. My hero, Aeron thought, my fucking hero. He wanted to wrap his hands around his throat, but he wouldn't.
|
|
|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 4:19:43 GMT
| Erik waved Aeron off. "It doesn't matter right now. I'll tell you later." Delay the pain he was sure to cause even farther, because right now nothing mattered more than making sure that Aeron was okay. He wasn't okay, Erik knew that, but it wasn't going to hurt to try and build him back up again. Then kick him back down and walk away like nothing happened. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Can I come in? I'll make you something to eat, or something." Anything. Whatever Aeron wanted to do, really. Watch a movie? Only if it would get his mind off of whatever he was dwelling on. That and Erik was pretty sure that if Aeron wasn't sleeping, he wasn't eating as well.
He reminded himself to stay on his toes just in case.
@southie |
|
|
|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 5:22:24 GMT
"It only has to do with me, so of course it doesn't matter." he said, and he was sure he'd never spoken to Erik this way before. He had grown used to people running their fingers down his spine, leaving their judgements, and then tucking him away back on a shelf. But what he hadn't expected was for Erik to do the same (this is why you don't make homes of people, Aeron.)
He didn't answer, he just walked away from the door, leaving it open. He walked over to the counter, pulling up one of the bar style stools and sitting; his elbows propped on the counter and he put his face in his hands. This is how he always was in the mornings, but it didn't feel or even seem the same this time. "You're acting like I owe it to you to listen to your probably bullshit explanation." he said, turning to glare over at Erik.
"I'm not a fucking toy, Erik. You of all god damn people should know that. But I guess you don't." he said before looking away. (No, no, Aeron. This is your fault, everything always is.)
|
|
