#ceasedtime

@ceasedtime​​ liked for a Starter from Paige Matthews

I AM YELLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

      “ Did I? ” Laura’s voice was quiet, lacking the usual bite that came with their banter. She barely even showed a hint of playfulness, no faux realisation. Instead it was breathy, weary. Was it the worry for him? The pain of what she endured to do so? Or even the frustration at the self-sacrificing tendencies they shared? It didn’t matter anymore. Not now, 3am in the rain and nearly an hour from home. All she wanted was somewhere to lay her head.

     ( And hopefully no dreams related to their most recent ordeal. )

      Melinda knew for a fact that if she didn’t tell someone, anyone, soon she was going to lose her mind. Her parents were out of the question. She wasn’t ready for that just yet and she couldn’t even fathom bringing this up to her cousins they’d want to talk about it and try to set her up with a girl or something. She was not ready for that. She just needed to talk about it to someone. 

     So she decided with Chris. He was big brother and maybe the easier of the two to talk with. With that thought she pushed herself off her bed and went up to the attic where he was busy working. “Hey...uhm Chris? Can we talk?”

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     A mere grunt escapes from her throat at his words and she tries her best to shake her head because she knew that she wasn’t going to be. She had been hit by an energy ball and tossed like a rag doll into the damn clock, honestly why was that clock still in the same spot after all the mishaps??, she knew that she wasn’t going to bounce back from this. 

    She knew it and she could feel that he could too. That worry and fear was radiating off the both of them and she wanted to make him feel better, she always wanted to make him feel better, so she tried her best to manage a bloody smile. “M’not Chris. But it’s okay..you’re gonna be okay...that’s all that m-matters.”

    She had taken the hit for him. She could be spared. She was just the little sister, the empath with no real active power. Their family needed Chris more than they needed her. They would be fine without her eventually. 

“ 𝗛𝗺? ”  Head heavy, pulled down by an invisible weight while his fingers gently pressed against the side of his head. His eyes half closed, staring through the pages of the book in front of him. Wyatt’s attention was caught off guard by his brothers question. His eyes barely moved, wondering if he’d even heard Chris speak at all. Or if it was a total lapse of his imagination, pulling him into a dull state where his mind continued to run on autopilot. 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗦𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗬, making his large frame feel that much more taller and built than it actually was. But he kept forcing the exhaustion to the back of his mind.

It didn’t make sense. So to Wyatt ─ it wasn’t important to keep in check. He got the proper, healthy, eight hours of sleep that night. Making sure to really rest and let his guard down. But it had been a late start riddled with uneven, restless, insomnia.

Every three hours, he was awake like something ─ or someone ─ was forcing him to be. His mind wouldn’t quieten, like it wanted him to remember or do something. But every time he woke up it was nothing more than half consciousness, leaving him ignorant 𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗦 that night. And he didn’t feel defeated, he didn’t feel overcome by exhaustion. He just felt...not quite all there.