Llewellyn Watts (
pocketpretzels) wrote2023-07-04 10:37 am
So Late Tuesday Night It's Basically Wednesday Morning, MHA #15 and then #14
It wasn't right, his body lying there so still. It wasn't right. He should've been faster. No matter that running in to the church any sooner only would've seen his own body added to the count from that night. It wasn't right.
Jackson couldn't be dead, Jackson was always so- he was too alive to be dead. Watts was aware that reasoning didn't make any sense. But nothing made sense. There was so much blood, and Jackson was dead, and George was on the verge.
Watts's eyes snapped open and he gasped for breath. It had been a while since that particular nightmare, though once upon a time it had been a regular nighttime visitor.
He spent the next hour or so tossing and turning, trying to get back to sleep only to be faced with the image of his colleagues bleeding out on the church floor every time he closed his eyes. Eventually, he had to admit defeat, and threw onSteven's his sweatpants and an undershirt, padding out towards the kitchen to- he wasn't sure what. Fix himself some tea, perhaps.
Except- crossing through the living room, he glanced over at the door to his apartment. Maybe- maybe it would be all right if he...?
Watts took a deep breath, and headed across the hall to Steven and Marc's apartment. He knocked on the door.
After waiting for a minute, he lifted his hand to knock again, and then paused, wondering if this was a stupid idea. Perhaps he should just go back to his own apartment.
[ooc: for them whose apartment door is being knocked. details NFB plz.]
Jackson couldn't be dead, Jackson was always so- he was too alive to be dead. Watts was aware that reasoning didn't make any sense. But nothing made sense. There was so much blood, and Jackson was dead, and George was on the verge.
Watts's eyes snapped open and he gasped for breath. It had been a while since that particular nightmare, though once upon a time it had been a regular nighttime visitor.
He spent the next hour or so tossing and turning, trying to get back to sleep only to be faced with the image of his colleagues bleeding out on the church floor every time he closed his eyes. Eventually, he had to admit defeat, and threw on
Except- crossing through the living room, he glanced over at the door to his apartment. Maybe- maybe it would be all right if he...?
Watts took a deep breath, and headed across the hall to Steven and Marc's apartment. He knocked on the door.
After waiting for a minute, he lifted his hand to knock again, and then paused, wondering if this was a stupid idea. Perhaps he should just go back to his own apartment.
[ooc: for them whose apartment door is being knocked. details NFB plz.]

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Which Steven then opened with no delay. "Llew. Come in. What's wrong?"
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“I’m sorry to disturb you.”
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“I-“ he stepped forward then, burying his face in Steven’s shoulder. “I needed to see you.”
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“I was- I thought to make myself some tea,” he continued. “Only I found myself knocking on your door instead.”
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Steven didn't think Llewellyn would mind light as a concept, but given how things were it seemed a good idea to be extra careful about anything that might be a surprise.
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“That’s fine.”
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As long as the red, white, and blue theme didn’t offend Steven’s sensibilities there.
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Possibly was, at this point?
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The tea finally ready, Steven came out with two cups and held one out for Llewellyn to take. "Here you are. Just as you like it."
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"I could not sleep."
Well. Obviously.
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