#intomxdness

[hopealily-blog]

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?” [Hannah, Ben]

“You know, I---....” had a dream last night that you were dead? That I built you up like a machine and pretended you were still there? It was traumatic as all hell with how real it felt -- but no, she couldn’t say any of that. In fact, absolutely nothing threatened to come out. It was the whole reason why she had asked Ben to come over, to check the other was alright. That the dream hadn’t turned out to be a horrific reality. Hannah’s gaze lowered to her tattooed digits that were nervously scratching at the black nail polish on her nails. She shifted to lift her legs up onto his lap, the movie left ignored. “I had a bad dream about you, about me, or.. I don’t know. I don’t really know..”

After all the dreams she had had lately, her brain had become filled with questions and unfamiliar fears. It was rare to see a frown on Hannah’s face but lately just thinking about Ben had made her wear that odd look on her face. “Guess I’m just not up for a movie after all tonight.”

[hopealily-blog]

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.” [Aaron]

Withdrawals were what gave you a fever and Aaron was pretty sure he wasn’t quite there yet but somehow he felt worse than he had ever felt before. Last night’s party had not been wild enough to wake up feeling like this, he was quite certain. Although his film did cut off at some point when he felt a headache come along and had retreated to his room while leaving the people to trash the place.

He was so used to waking up next to people he hardly had memory of that he wasn’t at all started when he felt someone’s presence on the bed. A small grunt and his large palm was searching for whoever was on it without opening his eyes.. though the hand on his forehead was unexpected, it was far higher up than where he’d expected a hand to go early in the morning. ( was it morning? )

A bad cough coming from deep within the lungs made him jolt to his side and he muttered something about wanting to be alone, far from feeling his best. His skin itched and he wanted to scratch so bad that he wanted to get under his skin. That being said, when his nails dug into the skin of his arm, it felt oddly soft and loose like bubblegum.

[vaintuhkat-blog]

“ read my lips, no. ” [Minah]

“Mmm..,” Aaron stared at her with wild fiery eyes, by now nothing but half a human. With lowered morals it was hard to dictate what was right and what wrong, leading him to read people wrong. His palm brushed over his messy strands of hair, eyes cold and lifeless, he licked over his bottom lip and finally leaned back, away from her. She was safe from the wendigo for a moment longer now that the human in him was concentrated on pulling himself together, telling himself this was not him... or was it? 

His breathing got heavier and he sat there stiff like a child who was not used to doing so. The word no somehow echoed in his brain and scolded him over and over, making him glance at her over and over and then look away, like any animal who was trying to determine whether they were in trouble. He would have said sorry for leaning in had he been able to speak out the words but he wasn’t capable of getting it out.

[vaintuhkat-blog]

“ your eyes say no but your lips say yes. ” [Lux]

He felt like a wild animal pushed into a corner --- or perhaps he was making things up and his heart was beating out of his chest for nothing, but he could’ve sworn Lux, who had introduced himself as that just a moment ago, was making a move on him. It could all be blamed on him for being such a friendly person after a few drinks and the air in the club was heavy with tension everywhere around them, people pairing up like they had lost all sense of their humanity.

However, Rumer was not as easy to pair up, even when intoxicated. He carried a silent confidence within wherever he went but in a situation like this all that stripped off in a matter of seconds, leaving him with nothing but crippling anxiety because he was not sure --- of anything. How to, when to, why to. While in the middle of his explaining something Lux had began to lean in, the cyborg’s metal hand in disguise got a hold of the man’s shoulder unnaturally fast, pausing the move easily.

He could only stare in shock for a moment, it must have been such a turn off to see the deer in the headlights - look in his eyes. Or maybe not since he was so cheekily spoken to right after the gentle rejection, telling him the truth he wanted so badly to deny. Without giving himself time for second thoughts he leaned in perhaps a little too fast, desperately crushing their lips together for a fleeting moment, the feeling of lightheadedness only becoming worse when he did.

“Oh god,” he breathed out against the other’s lips when his hand pressed against his jaw for a little bit of support, slipping from there to the back of his neck where fingers briefly found a hold of the man’s hair, not currently quite knowing his own strength. “Oh my god,” he leaned back a little, trying to gather himself which was when both of his hands came up to brush over his face, the regret immediately sinking in. Do not faint.