Day 255 - Thoughtful Zombie

[four_quarts]

Who: Ghaleon and Zulf
Open: closed
When: Night 255
Where: Zulf's room
What: insomnia
Format: action



[Three days.

Seventy two hours.

While not exact, that is how long Ghaleon has been unable to sleep. No matter what he's tried, nothing has helped his mind stop racing. There doesn't seem to be any particular reason behind it; his brain just seems to keep finding a new topic to dwell on each time he dispels the last.

It's rude at best to teleport into someone else's bedroom unannounced at any hour. At this point, Ghaleon is far too exhausted to care.]

...Zulf. I need your help.

Comments

[fuckthemancers]

[He listens to it all carefully, but the finish just draws about a frown to Zulf's face.]

...What makes 'monsters'? I know that plenty of ugly pasts behind them before coming here- myself included- but... You don't seem like the person who could be easily called a 'monster'.

[four_quarts]

[Ghaleon yawns softly before replying.]

As you mean it, no. I may be able to act the part well when circumstances call for it, but I could not be a true monster to save my own life.

[He adds quietly to himself:] ...For all the good that did.

[fuckthemancers]

...Is... this what's been making it difficult for you to sleep?

[four_quarts]

This, and a thousand other thoughts, scattering and becoming a thousand more...

The smell of a town that disappeared long ago. A song my elder sister used to sing. Tomatoes. I am the last. How fast can a Pecker fly? What is the ground below like? Do plants have feelings? Will my body one day disappear? Where might we get more books? Should I make it snow soon?

[He sinks into the chair just a bit more, clearly having given up somewhat on complete coherence.]

...You see my problem.