Things that Only Stars Hear: Fits
I’m restless...
... Itchy.
I’m not thinking straight.
I don’t know whether I want a hot bath or to set something on fire and watch it run screaming.
Worst part is there’s no one around to calm me down.
... Like leaving an open fire unsupervised and hoping it won’t spit sparks into the air and set something else ablaze. Ha, ha, ha, how funny!
I need a sleeping draught. I need to switch off before I do something that puts me right into the corner where Tezzakel wants me and not even care.
...
... Would this have happened all along? It’s been how many years? Eight? Six?
I fought a whole war with myself the entire time I fought a war against the Scourged bastard who shattered my kingdom. It took me that long to get a full rein on myself.
Now I’m slipping... He knows it... He has to know it...
WHY DON’T I CARE?
Sleeping draught. Now... And some of Colpeia’s incense and tea.
{This whole thing was written and posted after 1AM, with the writer not entirely in her own head. Perfect time to channel that creatively, oh yes. Mentions to @beamgully}