17 September 2005
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17 September 2005 08:21Everything was off, disconnected. He wasn't a zombie, but it felt like a high of some sort, or severe sleep deprivation. Betsy warned him about this, that even with the alternative medicines his body would have to adjust, said it would only last two or three days. She said he should consider himself lucky he wasn't a normal human, that they go through this for up to two weeks or longer.
He had tried making breakfast, but kept spilling things or spacing off, so Jase had taken over and told him to go ride it out. He needed an anchor, something to ground him. Most people would look at him like he was insane for doing this. Then again, most people would have locked him up in the beginning.
It was still in the drawer of the nightstand, leather and silver. Bought as a gag by a former friend, now a symbol of his life. Something he had chosen, wanted and needed.
Slips the collar around his throat, wincing at the burn of the silver buckle on his fingertips. A thin strip of black crushed velvet threaded between his neck and the buckle and then wrapped around it several times, enough to keep the silver from harming him, but not enough to keep him from feeling the heat from it. Clips the leash to the ring in the front and sits in the window seat, the thick leather strap wrapped a few times around one hand, the free end in his other. Leans back against the wall and closes his eyes, letting the heat from the silver and the sun center and relax him.
He had tried making breakfast, but kept spilling things or spacing off, so Jase had taken over and told him to go ride it out. He needed an anchor, something to ground him. Most people would look at him like he was insane for doing this. Then again, most people would have locked him up in the beginning.
It was still in the drawer of the nightstand, leather and silver. Bought as a gag by a former friend, now a symbol of his life. Something he had chosen, wanted and needed.
Slips the collar around his throat, wincing at the burn of the silver buckle on his fingertips. A thin strip of black crushed velvet threaded between his neck and the buckle and then wrapped around it several times, enough to keep the silver from harming him, but not enough to keep him from feeling the heat from it. Clips the leash to the ring in the front and sits in the window seat, the thick leather strap wrapped a few times around one hand, the free end in his other. Leans back against the wall and closes his eyes, letting the heat from the silver and the sun center and relax him.
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