Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2017 17:22:27 GMT
i know you're afraid*
Sometimes it's hard to learn from all your mistakes
Ever since he'd woken up screaming that night a few days ago, Perseus hadn't been the same. Between the shakes and the refusal to sleep, his coven had given him some mandatory time off from missions and duties to....recover from....whatever had happened. He wouldn't speak about it, hadn't really said anything more than three or four words since then. Gabriella had given him a steady flow of cash to supplement the lack of income he was making, and he was spending every cent on coffee and caffeine in general to stay away.
He couldn't go back to sleep, not after that.
He'd yet to see Charani, had no idea how he was doing, and he hadn't seen any of the others from the dream either. Maybe it was for the best, he wouldn't really know what to say beyond tearful apologies with broken smiles.
He felt so tired, but he couldn't go back to sleep.
Not now.
He felt anxious as he slid into the cafe, his blood amped with something he couldn't name. He felt the tension in the air as the smile on the barista's face slid to a frown.
"Back again? Another death wish?"
Percy merely nodded with a downcast gaze and handed over the money required for the cup, and shoved a bunch of excess into the tip jar. The barista murmured a thanks before walking off to make his coffee and once he had it in hand, Percy retreated to the back corner. This way his back was to a wall and he could watch the door, and he wouldn't feel so...exposed.
He remembered so much.
The feeling of splintering bone and tearing flesh, of blood soaked cloth and the screams that tore from his sore throat as he was ripped to shreds. His eyes flickered with haunting images and he closed them briefly, resting his head on the cool tabletop.
He couldn't sleep.
When he felt the lull tug at the corners of his eyes, he pulled himself back up and chugged half the coffee in one go. The baristas had learned well enough to lower the temperature for him after the last incident where he'd scalded his entire mouth. He sipped at the remaining half idly, wondering how long he'd have to live like this until things could go back to normal - if they would go back to normal.
His coven would never trust him again, he was sure of it.
Squeezing his eyes shut against the sudden flood of panic and anguish, he buried his head in his hands and fought the wave of tears threatening to overcome him.
His head jerked up when the bell over the door sounded, and his eyes widened...
Charani Petrov
kasimir burovski ✨
Sybil Chime
evanora galestorm
He couldn't go back to sleep, not after that.
He'd yet to see Charani, had no idea how he was doing, and he hadn't seen any of the others from the dream either. Maybe it was for the best, he wouldn't really know what to say beyond tearful apologies with broken smiles.
He felt so tired, but he couldn't go back to sleep.
Not now.
He felt anxious as he slid into the cafe, his blood amped with something he couldn't name. He felt the tension in the air as the smile on the barista's face slid to a frown.
"Back again? Another death wish?"
Percy merely nodded with a downcast gaze and handed over the money required for the cup, and shoved a bunch of excess into the tip jar. The barista murmured a thanks before walking off to make his coffee and once he had it in hand, Percy retreated to the back corner. This way his back was to a wall and he could watch the door, and he wouldn't feel so...exposed.
He remembered so much.
The feeling of splintering bone and tearing flesh, of blood soaked cloth and the screams that tore from his sore throat as he was ripped to shreds. His eyes flickered with haunting images and he closed them briefly, resting his head on the cool tabletop.
He couldn't sleep.
When he felt the lull tug at the corners of his eyes, he pulled himself back up and chugged half the coffee in one go. The baristas had learned well enough to lower the temperature for him after the last incident where he'd scalded his entire mouth. He sipped at the remaining half idly, wondering how long he'd have to live like this until things could go back to normal - if they would go back to normal.
His coven would never trust him again, he was sure of it.
Squeezing his eyes shut against the sudden flood of panic and anguish, he buried his head in his hands and fought the wave of tears threatening to overcome him.
His head jerked up when the bell over the door sounded, and his eyes widened...
Charani Petrov
kasimir burovski ✨
Sybil Chime
evanora galestorm
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE
