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Sep. 5th, 2007 05:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
velocitygirlInyri sometimes finds that sleep eludes her in favour of dreams that disturb. The man is dead, but the damage Zekka Thyne did still hurts. She holds the pain inside still, she's harmful to herself and she sabotages all that is remotely good in her life. Shadows and raised hands make her flinch and some habits she'll easily pick back up again if the opportunity presents itself.
Tonight, Inyri cannot fall asleep. She lays on her side, chewing at her lip as Wes sleeps soundly beside her. The darkness stretches on and she finds herself searching for Wes' hand. She finds it, and his grip is slack with slumber, but Inyri's is biting as she clutches at him.
Seconds stretch into minutes and still sleep refuses. More importantly, dreamless sleep refuses. She turns on the lamp and light floods the room, banishing shadows. Wes' face contorts for a moment, before smoothing out.
Inyri watches him for a long while, carefully moving messy hair out of his face. Emotion is strong when she thinks about Wes, it always has been. She knows that she doesn't deserve him, that he should be with Hobbie, that she lies to him constantly about ever little thing.
Inyri has to control every aspect of herself, right down to how her own boyfriend sees her.
But Inyri Forge isn't stupid. She also knows that Wes doesn't believe a word she tells him.
And still, she doesn't stop lying.
She reaches over and turns the light out, feeling worse than she did before.
She shuts her eyes and shrinks against Wes, tugging his arm over her, and tries to ignore the voice that tells her she isn't good enough.
That Wes deserves someone so much better.
Sleep refuses to yield for another half hour.
Tonight, Inyri cannot fall asleep. She lays on her side, chewing at her lip as Wes sleeps soundly beside her. The darkness stretches on and she finds herself searching for Wes' hand. She finds it, and his grip is slack with slumber, but Inyri's is biting as she clutches at him.
Seconds stretch into minutes and still sleep refuses. More importantly, dreamless sleep refuses. She turns on the lamp and light floods the room, banishing shadows. Wes' face contorts for a moment, before smoothing out.
Inyri watches him for a long while, carefully moving messy hair out of his face. Emotion is strong when she thinks about Wes, it always has been. She knows that she doesn't deserve him, that he should be with Hobbie, that she lies to him constantly about ever little thing.
Inyri has to control every aspect of herself, right down to how her own boyfriend sees her.
But Inyri Forge isn't stupid. She also knows that Wes doesn't believe a word she tells him.
And still, she doesn't stop lying.
She reaches over and turns the light out, feeling worse than she did before.
She shuts her eyes and shrinks against Wes, tugging his arm over her, and tries to ignore the voice that tells her she isn't good enough.
That Wes deserves someone so much better.
Sleep refuses to yield for another half hour.
