#thread 23

The mouth of the portal opens into a spotless underbelly of glittering, sparkling, shining things. Gold and crystal; strangers spinning across the floor; smiling voices and coquettish quips. It's not a place fit for you by any means, but you swallow around the edges of unbelonging, eyes squinting through the gaps of the mask, and press yourself to the wall in observation of those around you.

They look happy, you think, even while wearing these foolish things. There's a brief thought across your mind, wondering if she would like to do something like this. If it would make her happy, too.

[ @donniexmiller​ sent from  Suggestive Sentence Starters ]

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m walking home, Donnie. I’ve got ten minutes before curfew is up. You can’t bust me for that.”

Donnie made him nervous. The man was handsome, there was no doubt about that, but he was intimidating as hell. He hadn’t made any overly threatening remarks or dangerous insinuations... and he’d even taken Dhani out for a rather tense dinner. But Dhani was still obviously and maybe overly cautious. 

“Yeah... I feel like that’s me... most days now.”

Jody let out a sigh. He didn’t know what he needed. For sure, he thought binding his power was the right thing to do. The wear and tear on himself since then was tiresome, he wasn’t sleeping well, his depression was getting worse, the urge to use again rearing it’s ugly head like it hadn’t in years... 

“Yeah... I can’t drive.”

Jody reluctantly agreed, wisely, his words slurring considerably. He laid down in the bed of his powder blue vintage truck, smiling a little at the view of the night sky. He was outside of a bar, but he hadn’t exactly gotten around to telling Frankie that yet over the phone.

 @kanewhelan​ asked...

“Are you afraid of me?”

“I owe you a lot, Fawn...” Jody smiled, though it was obvious it was trying. He was tried. He didn’t try so hard to hide his exhaustion around Fawn. He took a lazy sip of wine. The bracelet had been working fine, no black outs, no incidents of that darkness or real rage. He’d lost his temper to a few people who didn’t deserve it, been a little more on edge than usual... but he figured that was balancing himself out.

“Damien, I could really use someone being straight with me...”