023 - Out in the darkness the whippets will cry

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She's at the batting cages, setting up one of the machines. There's something off about it, though--in the way she moves, so tense it's almost jittery. In the way she looks--pale and drawn, only her cheeks flushed with feverish color. She nearly drops the bucket of balls when she goes to fill the machine.

Swing, miss.

Swing, miss.

Swing, swing, swing. Missing every time.

Eventually the machine runs out of things to throw at her. She leans on the bat for a moment, eyes closed, and then thumps back against the side of the cage, sliding down into a sitting position. Knees to chest, arms crossed over them, head resting on her arms. She's chewing her lip now, thoughtful and still so tense she looks like a spring about to snap.]

Comments

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

So I'm suddenly and inexplicably terrified of the dark. That makes so much more sense.

[lamb_of_gold]

I never said it did, simply that I do not think it is the fault of that pair.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

So. How do I make it go away?

[lamb_of_gold]

The only real therapy for phobias is exposure to them, unfortunately.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She goes pale and sways slightly at the thought, then closes her eyes and grits her teeth in frustration.] This is so stupid!!

[lamb_of_gold]

I'm inclined to agree.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Once she's not quite so dizzy, she opts for an epic subject change] I met someone called Shion. He wears a cloth like yours.

[lamb_of_gold]

[FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF] I know.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

He said [pause] that there were centuries between you two.

[lamb_of_gold]

About two and a half to be precise.