i put my trust in you, pushed as far as i can go
Who: ingrate and the spiralviper
When: Monday evening
Where: Isamu's apartment
Summary: There is no true return to normalcy.
Warnings: language, probably
Isamu should have been resting, but he was tired of it. He'd been stationary for so long that finding he could walk with only a small amount of shakiness in his step had him up and moving about as much as possible. It helped that he was breathing a whole lot easier now, too.
He wasn't exactly sure what to do with himself, though. He made coffee, decided he didn't want it, dumped the whole thing out, and made tea instead. He'd taken three showers that day, each time expecting more of him to wash down the drain in clumps like mud, but there was nothing left to wash away. The faces were gone, his skin free and pale. The only change that remained was his eyes, twin spots of yellow that stared mockingly back at him from the mirror. He avoided looking at it.
The refrigerator was empty, but he couldn't get himself to brave the streets to put something in it, despite being hungry. Instead, come evening, he finally collapsed back on the sofa with his teacup and a news report, feeling generally pathetic.
When: Monday evening
Where: Isamu's apartment
Summary: There is no true return to normalcy.
Warnings: language, probably
Isamu should have been resting, but he was tired of it. He'd been stationary for so long that finding he could walk with only a small amount of shakiness in his step had him up and moving about as much as possible. It helped that he was breathing a whole lot easier now, too.
He wasn't exactly sure what to do with himself, though. He made coffee, decided he didn't want it, dumped the whole thing out, and made tea instead. He'd taken three showers that day, each time expecting more of him to wash down the drain in clumps like mud, but there was nothing left to wash away. The faces were gone, his skin free and pale. The only change that remained was his eyes, twin spots of yellow that stared mockingly back at him from the mirror. He avoided looking at it.
The refrigerator was empty, but he couldn't get himself to brave the streets to put something in it, despite being hungry. Instead, come evening, he finally collapsed back on the sofa with his teacup and a news report, feeling generally pathetic.