d o w n w a r d s p i r a l
Chapter Seven.
Trowa and Quatre are sparring in the ballroom (yes - we have a ballroom); Heero is tapping away on his computer... Where's Wufei? I rise from my place on the couch and systematically search the house until I find him staring out of a window in (one of the) dining rooms.
"What is it now, Maxwell?"
I beat a hasty retreat, returning to the living room and taking up a cross-legged position on the couch (- feet on the cushions: just 'cause there's no-one here to tell me not to). Only now am I able to relax, knowing where everyone is in the house.
I finally settle down to read - something that Father Maxwell taught me to do when I was seven or eight.
Duo Maxwell: always was a slow learner.
A rare moment of calm in the chaos.
( the moans of the dying - - blood dripping from an open wound )
These flashes of ( Shinigami's ) memory don't bother me much, I can ignore them... ignore the need:
The beckoning blades.
I remember reading once that self-mutilation was a real illness.
Nobody worry - I'm just a little sick:
In the head.
It's more like an addiction, actually. Man, you should see me when I can't get my hands on a sharp implement (or find the privacy needed to use it), I mean we're talking quickened breathing, uncontrollable shaking it's all I can think about and I have to cut.
I must.
The soft flesh that sleeks over the arch of my bare foot.
Such delicate skin:
I ache for scarlet.
Dripping blood and tendons snapping: flicking warm crimson droplets which stain the sky blue of the couch.
The itch of drying blood.
"Duo?"
A soft voice startles me.
"Are you OK?"
Yeah, sure Quatre, I was just thinking how much better your sofa would look in red.
"I'm fine."
Just a moment of chaos in the calm.
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I'm aware that `self-mutilation' is a vile phrase - I was just using it in the context of Duo's warped point of view.
Only two, possibly three, more chapters to go. All reviews are very much appreciated - so keep them coming.
Many thanks,
Miseria.
Chapter Seven.
Trowa and Quatre are sparring in the ballroom (yes - we have a ballroom); Heero is tapping away on his computer... Where's Wufei? I rise from my place on the couch and systematically search the house until I find him staring out of a window in (one of the) dining rooms.
"What is it now, Maxwell?"
I beat a hasty retreat, returning to the living room and taking up a cross-legged position on the couch (- feet on the cushions: just 'cause there's no-one here to tell me not to). Only now am I able to relax, knowing where everyone is in the house.
I finally settle down to read - something that Father Maxwell taught me to do when I was seven or eight.
Duo Maxwell: always was a slow learner.
A rare moment of calm in the chaos.
( the moans of the dying - - blood dripping from an open wound )
These flashes of ( Shinigami's ) memory don't bother me much, I can ignore them... ignore the need:
The beckoning blades.
I remember reading once that self-mutilation was a real illness.
Nobody worry - I'm just a little sick:
In the head.
It's more like an addiction, actually. Man, you should see me when I can't get my hands on a sharp implement (or find the privacy needed to use it), I mean we're talking quickened breathing, uncontrollable shaking it's all I can think about and I have to cut.
I must.
The soft flesh that sleeks over the arch of my bare foot.
Such delicate skin:
I ache for scarlet.
Dripping blood and tendons snapping: flicking warm crimson droplets which stain the sky blue of the couch.
The itch of drying blood.
"Duo?"
A soft voice startles me.
"Are you OK?"
Yeah, sure Quatre, I was just thinking how much better your sofa would look in red.
"I'm fine."
Just a moment of chaos in the calm.
****************************************************
I'm aware that `self-mutilation' is a vile phrase - I was just using it in the context of Duo's warped point of view.
Only two, possibly three, more chapters to go. All reviews are very much appreciated - so keep them coming.
Many thanks,
Miseria.