Post by Serphius de la Ravin on Jun 30, 2006 13:13:50 GMT -5
The white porcelain beneath his palms felt smooth, and pleasantly cool to the touch. The sound of running water trickled round the room, soothing to the ears. Serphius opened his eyes, and found himself looking into the mirror. Dark eyes looked straight back with blurred disdain. He looked a state. His shaggy black hair was ruffled, and untidy. His skin looked especially paper white and drawn today, making him look slightly sickly, which suited his mood perfectly. Serphius felt like death warmed up. His head was aching, and a horrible empty feeling beneath his stomach niggled at him. He leaned off the sink, and could feel his hand drifting toward his pocket. Forcefully, Serphius changed it's direction, and instead smoothed down his hair. Not now, not now.
But why not now?
Serphius mentally shook himself, trying to shut the voice up. He couldn't do it here. He could be caught; it was too public.
Use a cubical, dolt.
It was like a slap in the face. He suddenly felt a little weak in the knees, and discreetly leaned against the sink again, and drew a deep breath. He could see one of the roomy cubicles in the mirror. His dark eyes lingered on it, before he squeezed his eyes shut, shutting out the scene, but not the thoughts.
Do it.
Now!
...
Serphius emerged from the cubical a while later. There was the illusion of colour on his cheeks, and he was looking relaxed, at ease. He wandered over to the sink again, and laughed. In his hasted, he'd forgotten to turn the tap off. The water had over flown, and was trickling in a silver stream onto the floor, where it was gathering in the little pool on the floor. Turning off the tap, he dipped his hand in the icy water. It felt silky on his skin. He moved it around, savoring the curious feeling, causing the liquid to slosh onto the floor. He merely laughed again. It would dry. Dry right up.
Serphius turned, grinning, and headed for the door, with a twinkle in his eye, and a pocket full of happiness.
But why not now?
Serphius mentally shook himself, trying to shut the voice up. He couldn't do it here. He could be caught; it was too public.
Use a cubical, dolt.
It was like a slap in the face. He suddenly felt a little weak in the knees, and discreetly leaned against the sink again, and drew a deep breath. He could see one of the roomy cubicles in the mirror. His dark eyes lingered on it, before he squeezed his eyes shut, shutting out the scene, but not the thoughts.
Do it.
Now!
...
Serphius emerged from the cubical a while later. There was the illusion of colour on his cheeks, and he was looking relaxed, at ease. He wandered over to the sink again, and laughed. In his hasted, he'd forgotten to turn the tap off. The water had over flown, and was trickling in a silver stream onto the floor, where it was gathering in the little pool on the floor. Turning off the tap, he dipped his hand in the icy water. It felt silky on his skin. He moved it around, savoring the curious feeling, causing the liquid to slosh onto the floor. He merely laughed again. It would dry. Dry right up.
Serphius turned, grinning, and headed for the door, with a twinkle in his eye, and a pocket full of happiness.
