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shatterverse2008-07-16 02:14 pm
land_lover) wrote in shatterverse2008-07-16 02:14 pm
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It starts the usual way: A flash, a bang, a person standing, disoriented, near a long stretch of deserted road.
But this man falls to his knees-
(thousands of voices; screaming, crying in his head; anger and despair and everything in between, and he can’t fight, can’t ignore, can’t resist them; stop, stop, Goddess why won’t it STOP)
-and clutches his head, letting loose an agonized shout of surprise.
Then it's over, and it's like it never was.
Jamie lowers his hands, noticing in a detached manner that short strands of blond hair come away in his fingers, and sits back on his haunches, blinking. The last thing he remembers is laughing at a joke -- a bad one, with three tavern wenches and a statue -- and climbing a ladder to get at the apples high in an Olau tree. His shirt still smells like the orchard: sun and fruit and green, growing things. Had he fallen? Is this a fevered hallucination brought on by his broken body and healing magic gone wrong? Grace never could get the hang of it. She’s probably given him an extra thumb.
No. All’s right with that.
Digging his fingers into the earth beside the road, he watches it sift back to the ground. It's chunky and rough, but not dry. Even so, it's clearly not the smooth, dark soil of Olau. Jamie sniffs his hand, frowns and pulls himself to his feet. The road crests a hill to the west. Maybe there's something on the other side to explain what's happened; maybe not. Nothing to do, he supposes, but to start walking.
He'll get back to the pain (voices) in his head later. When the mood strikes.
But this man falls to his knees-
(thousands of voices; screaming, crying in his head; anger and despair and everything in between, and he can’t fight, can’t ignore, can’t resist them; stop, stop, Goddess why won’t it STOP)
-and clutches his head, letting loose an agonized shout of surprise.
Then it's over, and it's like it never was.
Jamie lowers his hands, noticing in a detached manner that short strands of blond hair come away in his fingers, and sits back on his haunches, blinking. The last thing he remembers is laughing at a joke -- a bad one, with three tavern wenches and a statue -- and climbing a ladder to get at the apples high in an Olau tree. His shirt still smells like the orchard: sun and fruit and green, growing things. Had he fallen? Is this a fevered hallucination brought on by his broken body and healing magic gone wrong? Grace never could get the hang of it. She’s probably given him an extra thumb.
No. All’s right with that.
Digging his fingers into the earth beside the road, he watches it sift back to the ground. It's chunky and rough, but not dry. Even so, it's clearly not the smooth, dark soil of Olau. Jamie sniffs his hand, frowns and pulls himself to his feet. The road crests a hill to the west. Maybe there's something on the other side to explain what's happened; maybe not. Nothing to do, he supposes, but to start walking.
He'll get back to the pain (voices) in his head later. When the mood strikes.
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Yawning, he'd peeled off his shirt and stretched out on the bed, where the events of the day crashed heavily into him and he'd promptly fallen asleep.
...still holding Eleanor's teddy bear under his uninjured arm.
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She's torn. On the one hand she wants to wake him instantly (and fairly violently), such is her intense sexual frustration. He promised stuff! And she really really wants to collect.
On the other hand, it's been a hard day for both of them. And he looks adorable. Her rarely seen compassionate side wants to let him be, and just crawl into bed next to him.
In the end, she humphs loudly, but opts to be nice. She'll collect what is owed to her in the morning. Several times over! It'll be better then anyway.
His shoes and socks are removed, and after a moment of deliberation, his jeans are too. Covers are then eased out from under him and laid back over the top. Finally, she climbs in and cruelly dispossesses him of the stuffed animal. That's a big no no. Only Eleanor gets to snuggle with Bear. Jamie will just have to make do with spooning a gorgeous female body instead. She's sure he won't mind.
"Sleep well, jerk," she whispers, and presses a fond kiss to his temple.
It's not long before sleep takes her too. All the way through the night... (http://community.livejournal.com/shatterverse/181137.html?thread=13930641#t13930641)