[ OPEN ] pre-event (until...)

[nightwash]

WHO: Ronan Lynch & OPEN
WHAT: Before (& eventually after) Event #1
WHERE: Room 2 & The Library
WHEN: June 12 - 14 (& eventually June 19)
NOTES: Prompts in the comments! Action or prose is fine.

Comments

room 2 | june 13 | open to roommates

[nightwash]

So the problem of roommates didn't turn out to be such a problem at all. Now that Ronan's found a babysitter who's prepared to strike down any nightmares that might escape whenever his powers are restored, he can catch a reasonable amount of sleep every day.

No, the new problem is this: Ronan can sleep, but Ronan can't dream. Can't dream. He wants a new pair of boots. He wants an electric razor. He wants some fucking deodorant, because the stench of nineteen-year-old boy is getting a little too strong even for the nineteen-year-old boy in question.

And he's hungry.

He's so hungry.

He used to try to chase off this feeling by devouring every dish in sight, but there's nothing in the dining hall that can sate him and he knows it. It's a hunger that's both terrifying and extraordinarily irritating, and the only way he's figured out how to deal with it here is by not dealing with anything else. Even Ronan knows that no one deserves to get on the wrong side of his hangriness.

Confining himself to Room 2, he sits on the edge of his bed and waits. What for? Who knows. He probably won't feel it when he gets his powers back, because he never does. If he had the energy for it, he'd distract himself with pushups or go find something to hit, but if he had that kind of energy, he wouldn't need the distraction at all. The only thing he can do is sit here and feel the slow collapse of his essence, the yawning void of his unmaking, the creep of death working its way outward.

He checks his nose for a bleed. He checks his ears for a bleed. He checks his nose for a bleed.

He's so fucking hungry.

He looks like shit.