selfserving: (there is some serious shit)
jackson whittemore ([personal profile] selfserving) wrote in [community profile] fairynuff 2014-11-10 01:15 pm (UTC)

Re: locket.

[It is as if he gets frozen in place when she speaks; hearing from Lydia is not all that strange to him. However, he just left her in a hospital room. That it scares him that she got hurt that way is nothing Jackson will admit. That hearing her voice made him feel better, grounds him in many ways is another thing he will not being saying out loud.

He'll feel it. Deep into his soul but Jackson on the outside, the one the world sees squares his shoulder. Presses forefinger and thumb to the bridge of his nose, bright eyes slip closed. He lets out a slow sigh, if this is a dream it is getting more wrecked by the second and he would like to wake up.

Except in that deep secret part of him that is hidden sometimes even from himself. There, he wants at least Lydia being alright to be real. Then he wants to go home, get what he has been working for.

Should he play along, the locket hangs loose all this time. It is more than seconds, mere minutes yet it is a wait. Should he just admit verbally this is a dream, hope it vanishes.

Jackson does what he usually does finally, still in that pinched nose, eyes closed position.]


I drank way too much at the dance. Lydia, why are you in my dream?


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