It's all in your head

Lucia Cabriel · 06-05-2010, 11:26 AM

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Not my best, but I tried. :] Kinda rambled a bit though...

The tone of their conversation had taken a dramatic turn. From once being a bubbly little banter about Jack Daniels and harmless flirting (which, in all honesty, she had enjoyed), it had turned on its head and become dark and morbid – discussing loss and confusion. Sobering up, Lucia sought out a way to switch back to the cheery atmosphere which they had started at. Smiling casually, she glanced over at Razekiel and offered him the bottle once again.

“Here’s an idea!” Her voice over emphasizing the need to change the subject, and her eyes flashing brightly at the male, “Let’s ask each other random questions in turn! Anything in the world…” She paused, pondering on how her mind had decided to twist her own words and place images in her head that could make any man blush. She smiled to herself, slightly amused by the thoughts, and continued on as though there had been no interruptions. “What do you think m’dear?”

Secretly, the ebony female longed for the bittersweet intoxication to steal her away again. No amount of Jack Daniels could replace the feeling which Razekiel’s blend had given her – it had been such a long time since she had touched anything of the sorts, mostly due to her extensive travelling, that she had forgotten how nice it made her feel, and how much quicker it made her forget than alcohol. Anything that made the voices stop and memories disappear… well; consider it a vice that the ebony female would quite willingly take. Lost in thought, it did not occur to the female to watch her own tongue, and though her lips were moving, it had not quite sunk into her brain that she was talking – her ears picked up the words as clear as day, but it simply passed through like water in a sieve. “Would it be too bold to ask if you have anymore of that beautiful substance on your person? I’m beginning to feel insane again.”Her lips curled into a big smile – the kind of smile which shouted out, ‘it sounds like a joke, but it’s actually serious’ – and admittedly, Lucia was being serious. In the further crevices of her brain, the voices had begun to whisper. So quiet at first, but getting louder and louder. Generally, it didn’t bother her – but for now, in the company of such a pleasant man, she wanted them to go away! She wanted to put all her concentration on him and their conversation. It just seemed unlikely, that was all.

Shifting her weight slightly on the mattress, still eager for a response from her companion, Lucia couldn’t help but notice how dark the room had begun to get. It must have started to rain outside – that or time had flown a lot quicker than expected. Sighing quietly to herself, she fought the urge to investigate. It would be better to stay here and talk to her new found companion – he could make the pain go away, even just for a short period of time, and that, in all honesty, was worth staying for. That, and she had taken quite a liking to the peaceful stoner – he reminded her of how she wanted to be once upon a time. Now she was an animal in a cage, displaying a mask of friendliness and calm seas. Just wait until the storm; that would be the best show in the world – for her lack of knowledge on what really lay quietly stalking her mind was dangerous. She blamed her blackouts on alcohol and drugs; but it was much, much more. She had another inside of her – an alter ego of sorts, a personality switch. She was ill, and even though the paranoia side of things manifested itself normally, this little gem still left her blind. It was more fun that way – and it would be much more of a shock when Lucia finally discovered her deepest, most messed up secret.

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