Post by Medivha on Dec 22, 2015 3:00:22 GMT
Open to Stephen Leland
Vieka cursed as she stumbled into a stray pot, a loud clattering noise filling the silent air of the kitchen. Dia, way to sound like an elephant at 2am in the morning. Sighing, the doctor rubbed her temples tiredly, exhaustion lining her every feature. All she had wanted was something to drink, but it seemed that even that in itself was becoming a task. When had she last slept? When had she even last eaten? over a day or two ago at least, probably more. She doesn't remember. Everything’s just kind of …. blurred together these past few days, getting worse at time progressed and she sunk even deeper into her paranoia. Sleeping was a relic of the past as her dreams were plagued with living nightmares, even staying awake it felt like illusions followed her about. She couldn't keep her mind focused on one thing, she couldn't stop shaking, she always felt cold yet her skin burned to the touch.
She’s breaking, or at least, that’s what seems to be happening, and the winged ander sort of realizes it in a detached sort of way. There’s nothing she can seem to do to fix it though.
Grunting quietly as she picks up the pan, frozen cold to the touch in the winter night air, and places it back on the side, Vieka quietly contemplates rummaging for something to eat while she’s here. It’s not like she has any appetite at the moment, her mind too busy turning things over and over to even contemplate food, but she’s aware that she should eat, even if she doesn't really feel like it.
Vieka cursed as she stumbled into a stray pot, a loud clattering noise filling the silent air of the kitchen. Dia, way to sound like an elephant at 2am in the morning. Sighing, the doctor rubbed her temples tiredly, exhaustion lining her every feature. All she had wanted was something to drink, but it seemed that even that in itself was becoming a task. When had she last slept? When had she even last eaten? over a day or two ago at least, probably more. She doesn't remember. Everything’s just kind of …. blurred together these past few days, getting worse at time progressed and she sunk even deeper into her paranoia. Sleeping was a relic of the past as her dreams were plagued with living nightmares, even staying awake it felt like illusions followed her about. She couldn't keep her mind focused on one thing, she couldn't stop shaking, she always felt cold yet her skin burned to the touch.
She’s breaking, or at least, that’s what seems to be happening, and the winged ander sort of realizes it in a detached sort of way. There’s nothing she can seem to do to fix it though.
Grunting quietly as she picks up the pan, frozen cold to the touch in the winter night air, and places it back on the side, Vieka quietly contemplates rummaging for something to eat while she’s here. It’s not like she has any appetite at the moment, her mind too busy turning things over and over to even contemplate food, but she’s aware that she should eat, even if she doesn't really feel like it.