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Post by Joel on Jul 29, 2013 20:40:35 GMT
It was like water in his mouth. His own breath was thick with the perspiration of a terrorizing dream. It was as if he could feel a scream perched on the tip of his chin. It waited there with an agony rich in the pits of his chest, but he only raggedly expired his anxieties. There was nothing but the whispers of air over his lips and the soft dew of sweat on his brow. He despised the dark corners of his mind that liked so much to hide until nightfall. They did not like to grant him rest; rest, such a foreign to him now that he questioned whether or not it ever existed. Stirring, a weary groan lifted from his breast that hurt with the dancing of his nightmares. Quietly, he dragged a calloused hand over the tired contours of his face, feeling the lines of his eyes and depressed mouth that still frowned with the residue of a bitter taste. Ever so slowly, he opened eyes still sore from a violent sleep, feeling the early pastel light pool over his skin and old flannel shirt. Only briefly, he fell confused, unsure of his position, unsure of himself. As he felt his fingers over his heart that scarcely, thrummed, a dear voice suddenly thrust him back into reality. "Another bad one?" she questioned.
Inhaling with exhaustion, he wiped his face once more as if he desired to wash himself of something that soiled his features. "Yeah..." he murmured with the gruff edges of slumber, "...Somethin' like that." "Want to talk about it?" He was silent at this. He passed her a stern look, steely with the fringe of annoyance, and even a hint of defense—she should know where to step and where the boundaries lie. "Don't you have somethin' you should be doing?" "What should I possibly be doing right now?" This he did not answer immediately, and instead took the time to sit up on the ragged bed, feeling the covers slip away from his body and his bones moan with the slow movements. "Joel?" "What?" "You didn't answer my question."
"I don't know, Ellie. I'm sure you could find something to do. I was trying to sleep." "That's not the question I....hey, I let you sleep, didn't I? It's not like I woke you up or anything." "Ellie, I really don't want to talk about this right now." He passed a glance at her that spoke of irritation, but any fire that gathered there soon dissipated as he concentrated his gaze upon her—such harshness seemed to melt within her expecting soft jade look. Sighing once again, he looked towards her with a thin, drained smile and motioned gently for her to come close, "Come here, babygirl." he prompted, enveloping her shoulders with the warm embrace of his arm—this she took to easily, and came close with a character grin. "You're never going to tell me about your nightmares, huh?" A eased smile spread over the colorless pink of his lips, his hazel sweet with an affection that bloomed for her presence and spirit. Bringing his mouth to the dark auburn of her hair, he whispered across her tresses with tender words that still moved with his classic southern drawl. "I got enough good things in my life that I don't need to talk about that." Quietly, he kissed her.
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