[Simon couldn't open his eyes.  He just couldn't.  If he opened his eyes, they'd realize he was there and they'd hurt him or kill him or do something terrible.  So Simon sat in the hallway, arms wrapped tightly around his knees, eyes squeezed shut as tightly as he could manage, forehead resting against his knees.

All the bruises and cuts still ( Read more... )

So I figure I should do this.

If you have any problems with Simon over at webscape , drop me a line here or at SimonFedora on AIM, kay?  Thanks!  I gotta enable anon and stuff yet, but there's no reason to worry about this stuff XD

[It's a train.  And Simon is tiny.  And nervous.  And clinging to you.  This much.  Kind of staring at everything, trying to take in a thousand things in a single second.  Being Simon, basically.]