The Proper Role-Play

I lean against Smighter "It's hard growing up on your own, knowing a clan name was changed Because of me. And killing my parents... Seeing the past is just a curse I must deal with..." I murmur.

 

"I... I think I know what you mean." I whisper. "I'm starting to remember the past... The blanks in between... But... Knowing I may have killed off all the others.." I mumble something inchoreherent.. "After I crashed... I landed in the sea.. The place I lived was a weird one, before I came here.. It was of elements, the sea came up near the desert, the mountains in between the desert and forests.. All I remember.. Is waking up in a beach. I think there will be more to come.. But.." A tear falls down my cheek, the first of many.. "Seeing my friends and parents brutally in front of you.. Then having to build up the town when you were young.. It broke me.."

 

I nod and stops crying growling To myself "I'm going to sleep." (not I'm rl) and I lean over back into the bed. Into a deep sleep.

 

I kiss your forehead and go back below decks, teArs subsiding. I then write something down in my notes. Then go back to sketching blueprints.

 

I mutter and hiss in my sleep, my eyes flickering beneath the overlapping skin.

 

I wake up panting hoarsely. It isn't real, it isn't real "It isn't real..." I repeat quietly, my eyes closed tightly.

 

I hear Tess struggling to sleep upstairs, so I quietly tiptoe up the steps and sit in a chair, bringing my sketchbook with me.

 

I hear Smighter, and continues With my head in my hands "It just won't leave me alone..!"

 

I sigh. "Think of the most pleasurable thing you can... Keep that in your mind. Slowly go to sleep. It will, most likely.. Help." I say as I walk over to you and kneel by the bedside.

 

I nod slowly, laying back down. Thinking of before I murdered my parents. I close my eyes falling back into a deep sleep.

 

I stay by the bedside, not sleeping. Making sure you don't wake up again. I sigh and resist the urge to kiss you while you're sleeping. Instead I pull up a chair and, again, start sketching.

 

I twitch a little, but don't wake up, muttering small phrases thru the passing minutes.

 

I look up at you every once in a while, making sure you're asleep. Each time I look up the feeling inside me builds until I can almost keep it in no longer. I slowly open the door, trying to keep myself calm by having a walk on deck, circling the space twice before I return to the cabin.

 

Sorry about lack of posting, currently I'm in the rod with lonestar or whatever is happening.

 

I walk into the orb as Lonestar said, bringing in some toiletries and my knife, necklace, and a spear with engravings of Russian Werewolf past.
I look around the orb, the soft pulsing cyan light mesmerizing me.
"Ready when you are," I say, nodding at Lonestar.

 

I slowly wake up, leaning up and look at Smighter then the door then thinks of my memory box.

 

"How'd you sleep?" I ask, hearing you move irregularly. I put my sketch pad down and wipe one eye.

 

"It was ok. Not the same as regular though. I actually didn't see anything." I studder.

 

"Isn't that better than seeing horrible things?" I ask, reaching a hand out to help you up.

 

I nod slowly and stand, walking into the main area.