How Many Days?
Jun. 10th, 2013 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notyourcaptainCarolyn wasn't aware of how long she slept. A long time. The sleep was broken up by nightmares, brief moments of consciousness that quickly slipped away as her body forced her into rest. Maybe she was just that tired, maybe she just needed it. Or maybe the nightmares kept her from really resting as she should have been, so she slept longer to compensate.
Once or twice, she woke up to find Riddick at her bedside, one firm hand on her shoulder as though to keep her from levitating off the mattress. She was barely awake long enough to acknowledge him. The nightmares were awful and persistant - pitch black and full of viscous blood. She couldn't see anything, but she could hear everything, smell it, feel it, the tearing flesh, the cooling rock under her hands, the screeching and hissing. Now and then, a hand would come out of the dark and haul her to her feet, pulling her out of the dream.
When she finally came back to herself, rested but disoriented, it was dark outside and she had no sense of time, didn't know if it had been hours or days. The light at the ceiling still filled the apartment with a sickly glow and she turned slowly onto her back, finding herself achy and stiff, as though she'd been rigid and tense the whole time. She cleared her throat and blinked slowly, not even sure if Riddick had kept his word, if he had stayed by his side the whole time.
Once or twice, she woke up to find Riddick at her bedside, one firm hand on her shoulder as though to keep her from levitating off the mattress. She was barely awake long enough to acknowledge him. The nightmares were awful and persistant - pitch black and full of viscous blood. She couldn't see anything, but she could hear everything, smell it, feel it, the tearing flesh, the cooling rock under her hands, the screeching and hissing. Now and then, a hand would come out of the dark and haul her to her feet, pulling her out of the dream.
When she finally came back to herself, rested but disoriented, it was dark outside and she had no sense of time, didn't know if it had been hours or days. The light at the ceiling still filled the apartment with a sickly glow and she turned slowly onto her back, finding herself achy and stiff, as though she'd been rigid and tense the whole time. She cleared her throat and blinked slowly, not even sure if Riddick had kept his word, if he had stayed by his side the whole time.
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Date: 2013-07-20 03:30 pm (UTC)Carolyn turns, shirt in hand, and watched him carefully for a long moment. He is actually going to do this, even remembering what they do now, he's going to go ahead and do everything they both know they shouldn't. "Generous," she says before she can stop herself, lip curled in annoyance.
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:35 am (UTC)"What do you want Fry?" He's pulled his shirt back on, is standing near the closet that holds his sparse wardrobe. Turning, he watches her through silvered eyes. "What do you really want?"
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Date: 2013-07-22 10:45 am (UTC)She can't help laughing at how familiar that question is. Carolyn pulls her shirt back on too, bending to grab her underwear next. "Everything in my life right now is a struggle. I was hoping maybe this could be the exception. Obviously that's stupid."
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Date: 2013-07-23 10:35 am (UTC)"Life is a struggle." It's a bleak assessment, but it's what he knows and what he's always known. "Even here, even there, it's a struggle. It isn't happy endings and bullshit like that."
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Date: 2013-07-24 03:45 am (UTC)Carolyn growls her frustration and turns to face him head on, shirt swinging around bare legs. "That's fucking stupid and obvious. of course it's a struggle. That doesn't mean we have to make it harder." God, this is deja vu. They have had this fight. They have said these words. Can't he see that?
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Date: 2013-07-24 12:05 pm (UTC)He wants to be done with this conversation, but he's not backing down from it. Just because it scares him - and it does - doesn't mean he backs away. Riddick tenses, muscles rippling as he closes his hands at his sides. "Because this isn't making it harder? For which one of us Fry? Who are we making things easier for?"
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Date: 2013-07-24 01:58 pm (UTC)He's shocked her into silence and Carolyn grabs her pants off the floor to keep from having to answer right away. "Fine," she says as she buttons her fly, head ducked and hair falling into her face, hiding her, "fine. Forget I said anything." A lose lose, apparently. She needs to talk about the swamp of memories she's wading through, and he can't bear it.