Late Night Musings

Thrice eases himself into the bed at the Recorders house. He stares at the ceiling for hours it seems until he finally gets up at heads to the bathroom. He flicks on the light, closes the door, and stares at the mirror. His blood still hangs on his nose and lips. He begins to clean himself of his own fluid. In time he faced the mirror again to see not a single drop was left…then why could he still smell the blood? He could even taste it. It was unnerving at first but soon he grew accustom to it. He shook his head as his thoughts crept toward the blood along with darker things. “Ugh, so much shit today,” he thought as he dried his face, “or at least a lot in a short amount of time.” He thinks back to the park and the ruckus that followed. He smirked as he thought of Overman rushing head first into those apostates, frowned as the kid attacked him for the first time, and he grew angrier as he thought of the kid pulling more than he can bite with his final attack against Thrice’s mind. He waited for Wrath to enter, but Wrath failed to show. Thrice just shrugged, “I guess it’s just me tonight.” Thrice went back to that moment, that stupid moment when that idiotic kid lashed out at him over just a comment. His fists clenched but he did nothing else but just stand there staring back at his hate filled eyes. “Yes,” he thought to himself, “I killed someone today.” He breathed deep as his hands gripped the side of the sink as his anger grew, “Dio screamed at me claiming she was trying to save him, pft.” Thrice’s expression grew blank, “Obviously the kid wasn’t that important or she would have tried to stop me with her magics,” Thrice waves his hand to no one, “but I suppose she wasn’t thinking clearly at that moment, or I’m sure that will be her excuse.” His grip grew tighter on the sink, “And then Galena talked to me. And how do I respond to her worried tone, I brush it off by playing tough,” Thrice shakes his head, “gosh Kirk, you are such a dumbass, the girl was worried about you. Fuck she even grabbed you and yet you just kept staring off into the dark forest.” Thrice sighs, “Honestly I was doing that because I was still processing what had all just happened maybe if she had come later I would’ve been more open with her…but not to open…don’t wanna scare her off.” Thrice looks back into his mirrored eyes, “She shouldn’t be worried about me…no one else seemed to be anyways. Maybe that means she cares more than just friendship…?” Thrice smacks his face, “Gah, idiot, don’t go thinking that hopeful shit now. What you know now is that Alison, your friend, went to you side and you blew her off. You need to make that right. Apologize. Do. Fucking. Something.” Thrice nods, “Okay, so tomorrow I need to find Alison and talk to her about tomorrow. Also, I need to talk to Overman. As the Heart I should let him know that I would like my own hotel room. After tonight I saw the way the others looked at me. I feel it would be for the best if I found my own room for the rest of D.C. least I cause MORE unease within The Embers.” Thrice grips his head and smiles, “Bastards are lucky I somewhat care for some of this cabal to stop my actions.” With that Thrice exits the bathroom and gets back in his bed. He sighs softly as he closes his eyes, “Now, lets see if I can get some sleep, because I’m pretty sure I’m gonna need it for tomorrow.”

Late Night Musings

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