@illadvice liked for a starter.
Joey doesn’t think of the past often ( the willing kind of thought that isn’t in a rush to remove itself like a familiar, nauseous blur ), but when he does, he remembers the sun. The bare, hot sun across the deserts of Egypt where the sky is blue and nothing else. His friends on the brink of freedom towards the rest of their lives where shadow games cease to exist, and are replaced by something normal.
He is still trying to find ‘normal,’ but he’s starting to think it doesn’t exist. The world after Atem’s departure is something else; not quite a reality so easily grabbed, always something slightly off. Something replaced. Something foreign.
He can’t go back to what once was, but he can try for the feeling. The drugs should kick in in another thirty minutes or so, and until then, Joey finds this park bench particularly comfortable to stretch on as he closes his eyes, face towards the sun like it had been all those years ago.
Just as his muscles begin to relax in this position, he thinks he might have a fighting chance in deceiving his mind... until something blocks his light, and he shifts in annoyance, a hand trying to shield his eyes as he cracks one open at the silhouette person above.
“‘Ey, I’m fuckin’ relaxin’ here. Find ya own spot!”
