FEVERISH DESIRE: A DESPERATE DESIRE TO BEEN SEEN AS HUMAN. slumber has evaded him, or so he thinks, alas----- memories of resting are few and far between. the exhaustion has not seeped into his bones, not yet, and his mind swirls with vivid imagery of a sacrifice. she is dizzyingly sweet, it invades his being, allowing his stomach to churn. ( a wolf is still a dog: a dog who's been left to it's own defenses. )
for the longest time, dmitriy has wished for MORE, now: all it is, is to live normally. [ it's a forgotten wish. ] at times, the thought of HONEY - BEE speaking oracularly purposefully has crossed his mind. was he not understanding? he's grown tired of this game.
@005198: you know, lately i just want a little bit more.
rotted memory, rotted body, and a rotted sense of self. how she shines so spectacularly within his peripheral, it's enough to make a man sick.
BUT YOU ARE NOT A MAN.
" A .. little bit more? ` a pause, as he sinks deeper into himself, lost in her words. " ... of what? `