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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Apr 21, 2015 4:55:06 GMT
you thought you saw light
but it was forest fires
eating me alive he's a little drunk, and more than a little high when he stumbles into nevada's office. he doesn't know why he bothered to come. (he's been very good at coming to these appointments, his attendance is perfect.) maybe because he's having a bad day, and nevada's stare, nevada's attempts at composure always make things a little better. maybe because he's lonely. and today, he looks unwound. disheveled and half-dressed, his eyes are glazed and his face is bare, his knees knocking as he settles onto the touch, setting his clutch beside him. angel meets nevada's eyes as he always does, convinces himself he won't notice. |
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Apr 21, 2015 5:21:55 GMT
he waits, clock ticking second away. four minutes late. worry festers, an unwanted emotion he can'r shake. where is he?
the opening door earns a glance. he expect the secretary. it's angel. relief floods through him but the warm feeling runs cold. something isn't right. he's can't place it yet.
"you are late. did you encounter trouble on your way?"
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Apr 21, 2015 5:49:54 GMT
[googlefont=Peddana] you thought you saw light
but it was forest fires
eating me alive he laughs, and there's not much humour in it. "there's always trouble, doctor." he leans over, bracing himself with a hand against the cushions and another running through his matted hair. he bites his lip, working through a knot. |
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Apr 21, 2015 6:08:34 GMT
sharp are the eyes that survey. disheveled hair, bags beneath glassy eyes. the skin sallow. come undone. "have you been drinking?" the skin between his eyebrows push together. concentration wrinkles his forhead. "your eyes are red. are you high as well?" his mind whirls, piecing together the portrait of the blonde's condition. meetings before this, angel was confident, flirtatious. his attendance was remarkable. on time, not a single meeting missed. ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Apr 21, 2015 6:23:20 GMT
[googlefont=Peddana] you thought you saw light
but it was forest fires
eating me alive he feels like he's being scolded in the principal's office, with nevada's hands folded on the table and nevada's stupid questions that are supposed to make him feel bad. well, it won't work, because angel is bad. but what he says instead is, "i almost forgot. but i came anyways." angel grins and awaits praise. |
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Apr 22, 2015 2:46:18 GMT
at least angel’s made it in. his spotless attendance remained intact, whether that was to his benefit or not. thus far, they hadn’t made any real progress. sessions filled with relentless flirtation, he could make no headway. “i am impressed with your dedication.” the words are loaded with a double meaning and poorly conveyed sarcasm. “shall we begin then?” ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Apr 22, 2015 3:33:04 GMT
[googlefont=Peddana] you thought you saw light
but it was forest fires
eating me alive he had said he was out of rehab, never that he was clean, but nevada lets him brush off the question. "whenever you're ready, doctor raines." angel is always ready. nevada must have notebooks full of things he's writing down about angel. hands folded in his lap, back straight, angel looks some picture of prim. he's wearing something that's more of a nightgown than a dress; short, and a material so silky thin and runny that you can see the jut of his ribs beneath it. he knows nevada is always writing to try and look busy, to try and pretend he isn't staring. |
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Apr 23, 2015 0:35:11 GMT
the folder has grown full of notes. each meeting fills it a little more. now it rests fat and overflowing, yet not a word has proven useful. meaningless drivel, undisguised passes. he’ll add to them with the same dedication angel uses to attend their meetings. something about this meeting is different, and it isn't just angel's tardiness nor his condition. “would you mind telling me about your state?” he poses the question without real hope for an answer. “this is the first meeting you turned up late and inebriated to.” ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Apr 23, 2015 0:41:58 GMT
[googlefont=Peddana] you thought you saw light
but it was forest fires
eating me alive angel bites his lip - trying to remember. "i couldn't sleep, so i took a couple pills, and then when i woke up i was like - i gotta get up now or i'll never get up." if all he's said so far is nothing but champagne fizz, this is a heady wine. his tongue feels numb but he savours the shape of each word. "so i went out." he flashes a smile. |
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Apr 23, 2015 2:27:07 GMT
“how many is a couple pills?” this time, the pen doesn’t move across the paper. he looks intently at the blonde smiling. “did you drink when you went out?” carefree, untroubled—angel seemed as if the world was his catwalk. but clearly nevada was mistaken. ANGEL ALESSI |
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