Oct 8, 2018
[ text message : jess ] : did you know your mom? / @burnedtm
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[ text message : jess ] : did you know your mom? / @burnedtm
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“Damn, they really did clean the kitchen out, didn’t they?”
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❛ that was close . ❜ voice riddled with worry , quick succession of gasps passing through parted lips . JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME .
❛ hey , ❜ calls to her attention , concern washing over features in a moment's notice . ❛ are you ok ? ❜
He didn’t realize the slip up and how he must’ve saw Jess as a mother figure all up until now when he was panicking about her safety. He paused when she mentioned what he said making him stare at her for a moment in confusion. He said mom. He blinked before he fell dead silent inhaling a heavy breath. “..I didn’t mean to..” he lowered his head before taking a step back. “I’m sorry, Jess. I meant JESS.”
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“you --- you reek of heaven and yet... you’re not an angel. and you’re not dead. explain.”
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at the glare she gives him, he instantly regrets asking that question, realizing how reckless of him it was to even address it. ‘ -- yikes. ’ he keeps the comment to himself, as he swallows roughly. frankly, it was a stupid move. ‘ look, i know y’er pissed, but -- in my defense -- it was sam’s idea. ’ it really wasn’t, but the again, sam isn’t present in the room to defend himself.
DROWNING, THERE’S NO AIR, DROWNING, AND YET HE TRIES. suffocating, there is no air, nothing but the blue of the ocean. and that’s what his nightmares are made of now---- what’s more trauma? whats one more NIGHTMARE? he’s lying awake, because a full thirty minutes is all he really wants to SUFFER through now. his hand is over across his chest, solemnly brushing up and down the scar. there is a distant bustle & he’s already been back again, already hates the noise, it’s too much, too OVERWHELMING. he grunts and flips to his side, just blinking at the crimson light from the numbers on the clock. a solitary five minutes pass before he decides he’s had enough. kicking the sheet from his body he pushes himself up, doing his best to avoid the entire crowd ; people in the kitchen swivel their heads to look, he ignores them, just get a beer and split dean, he tells himself, don’t say anything, as much as he wants to, “ don’t you have work t’fuckin’ do? “ he has to admit, it’s a nice little operation, but again it’s too much and he wants it all GONE, or maybe he should just be gone.
he opens his beer before just scooting his way out, no a spot in the bunker unturned, he still ignores everyone and marches his way up the stairs. the door creaks when he pushes it open & now he can breath again. it’s the familiar figure that graces him with some peace of mind ----------- more alike, every day, « you too huh? » // @burnedtm
@burnedtm : send me DARKNESS! for a starter where all the electricity goes out in the middle of the night.
THEY’RE HAVING A GOOD TIME, OR AT LEAST HE HOPES SHE IS, he knows he is, that is until the LIGHTS & the television go out. a long drawn out sigh is given, his hand leaves the popcorn bowl he’d reached into----- then rises from the bed, “ ow ! “ expressing it aloud, as his socked foot catches at the bed leg, but feels around in the darkness ; malachite hues only slightly adjusting as he reached a dresser, calloused hand feels around for the top drawer and he pulls a few candles out. dean is a dumb, stupid HOPELESS ROMANTIC, there is no other proper explanation as to why they are there within his bedroom. he places only one on the nightstand before adjusting himself back on the bed, fingertips lacing, « so, looks like we have t’find somethin’ else t’do. »