[Closed/Incomplete] Everything you say to me
Characters: Styx and Melpomene
Date/Time: This afternoon
Location: The elevator
Rating: Pg-13 possibly R, don't know yet
Warnings: Tension in a confined space.
Summary: Styx and Mel end up stuck together in the elevator.
She hadn't been able to stay still since the end of the event. She couldn't stand to be in her apartment, or sleep on her own bed. She was considering taking it out to an alley and burning it in defiance. She had been in the mood to torch things since she'd gotten her own mind back. She wanted to cleanse, burn and destroy the memories. Every last one.
But then part of herself wouldn't - couldn't do it. But that part wasn't real and she knew it. So until that fake piece of her faded enough, she was avoiding everything that reminded her of what happened. Which was exactly what she was doing now. She was going to get out for a while, maybe find a place to crash on the street. It would make her feel more like herself.
The elevator dinged and slid open and she stepped on. She pressed the button for the ground floor but it refused to light. Instead the arrow still pointed up and the doors closed on her, taking her up instead of down.
"Fuck my life!"
Date/Time: This afternoon
Location: The elevator
Rating: Pg-13 possibly R, don't know yet
Warnings: Tension in a confined space.
Summary: Styx and Mel end up stuck together in the elevator.
She hadn't been able to stay still since the end of the event. She couldn't stand to be in her apartment, or sleep on her own bed. She was considering taking it out to an alley and burning it in defiance. She had been in the mood to torch things since she'd gotten her own mind back. She wanted to cleanse, burn and destroy the memories. Every last one.
But then part of herself wouldn't - couldn't do it. But that part wasn't real and she knew it. So until that fake piece of her faded enough, she was avoiding everything that reminded her of what happened. Which was exactly what she was doing now. She was going to get out for a while, maybe find a place to crash on the street. It would make her feel more like herself.
The elevator dinged and slid open and she stepped on. She pressed the button for the ground floor but it refused to light. Instead the arrow still pointed up and the doors closed on her, taking her up instead of down.
"Fuck my life!"