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realityshifted2014-06-18 07:24 pm
deviances) wrote in realityshifted2014-06-18 07:24 pm
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☼ twelve ☼
[He remembers most of it, he thinks. Or, maybe only some of it.
It's what he doesn't remember that scares him. He knows he's missing some pretty sizable chunks of time, and especially toward the end.... Once it reached the point that seemingly no amount of blood could keep him from falling over the edge and into some mindless void - or bring him back out of it, for that matter - he really doesn't know what he did. Not for sure. Flashes of memory... most of it clouded and completely unreliable. He's pretty sure he attacked someone. Maybe several someones. Goddess, he hopes not. But he doesn't remember who, so how can he even begin to try and do something about that?
Besides... what he does remember has him so wrapped up in guilt, he's not even sure where to begin. Apologies? Probably won't cut it. And he's already apologized to Darren, several times over. He should look for him. Or... maybe he should just wait for Darren to come find him. For all he knows, maybe the guy changed his mind and would rather stay the hell away from him. ... He hopes not.
Well. No matter what happened, what he's done, he's gotta face the music. And he's ready. ... Maybe.
He's standing in front of the library, not entirely sure of where to go or what to do right now. It'd be hard to miss him, he's the redhead with the troubled look on his face, fidgeting in place as his fingers twist into the chains on his pants. (Nervous habit - sue him.) His gaze is focused on the "ground", like maybe the stars there will suddenly give him all of the answers and goodness and whatever the hell else it is he needs right now.]
((OoC: Experiment over. ♥ You can still backtag in if you want and just didn't get the chance yet. Or, if you wanna imply something happened that we didn't actually thread out, hit me up. o7))
It's what he doesn't remember that scares him. He knows he's missing some pretty sizable chunks of time, and especially toward the end.... Once it reached the point that seemingly no amount of blood could keep him from falling over the edge and into some mindless void - or bring him back out of it, for that matter - he really doesn't know what he did. Not for sure. Flashes of memory... most of it clouded and completely unreliable. He's pretty sure he attacked someone. Maybe several someones. Goddess, he hopes not. But he doesn't remember who, so how can he even begin to try and do something about that?
Besides... what he does remember has him so wrapped up in guilt, he's not even sure where to begin. Apologies? Probably won't cut it. And he's already apologized to Darren, several times over. He should look for him. Or... maybe he should just wait for Darren to come find him. For all he knows, maybe the guy changed his mind and would rather stay the hell away from him. ... He hopes not.
Well. No matter what happened, what he's done, he's gotta face the music. And he's ready. ... Maybe.
He's standing in front of the library, not entirely sure of where to go or what to do right now. It'd be hard to miss him, he's the redhead with the troubled look on his face, fidgeting in place as his fingers twist into the chains on his pants. (Nervous habit - sue him.) His gaze is focused on the "ground", like maybe the stars there will suddenly give him all of the answers and goodness and whatever the hell else it is he needs right now.]
((OoC: Experiment over. ♥ You can still backtag in if you want and just didn't get the chance yet. Or, if you wanna imply something happened that we didn't actually thread out, hit me up. o7))