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Title: Possession
Characters: Billy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Billy's got a lot of things.
Notes: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lux__aeterna for sitting with me and feeding me words and opinions, and to Jake for some beta-stuff, and for sitting through me asking "Does this suck?" again and again.
Billy’s got someone taking over his dreams.
His subconscious is flooded with the same face, the same body, the same voice and he is overwhelmed by this same presence that has invaded his mind in his sleep in so many various locales around the world in these dreams. Some are quaint, some picturesque, and some downright odd.
Sometimes, when his eyes close and he finally succumbs to the dream, he can see nothing but this one being – this one sole soul – and rather than worry, he smiles a little and relishes the sight. Wishes he could have more than that. A little more contact of skin on skin, perhaps some more speech to ease the troubled existence of his ears.
His dreams become constant. This one person begins to slowly take over every inch of dreamland that was once held private and secret from prying figures. This is no longer the case.
Billy’s sleep is now subjected to walking the paths he chooses not to go down during the day. He can do nothing but watch as his subconscious is invaded.
Billy needs to wake up.
Billy's got letters in his head.
Letters that wouldn't be so random if he could sort them properly. If he could only make them into a name, he knows that then it would help him, would lead him in the proper direction. But it remains as cryptic as the mysteries of history and he finds himself with a jumble of assorted cast-offs of the alphabet filling his mind in the time his dreams aren’t being usurped by images of one lone figure.
Common sense and logic all lead him to believe that the dreams and the letters are related and only denial ever stops him from accepting this as the truth. Letters that never seem to form words, can’t make their way together to make a name.
These letters that pop in and out of his brain, demanding instant attention – if only for a second. They want to be acknowledged, but they won’t be deciphered. They remain enigmas from the day they nestled their way into Billy to the current minute, upon which he still has no idea what they mean.
Billy needs to crack the code.
Billy’s got a name on his tongue.
It is not blurred like the letters in his brain, or the sometimes-vague silhouette in his dreams. This is clear, defined, and precise. This is what scares Billy the most. Now that the name has found its way onto his tongue – into his mouth – he fears he will never be rid of it. He will be unable to swallow the syllables, unable to voice them.
This name will have found its home on Billy’s tongue and will have settled there before the man can even question speaking the name and ejecting it from its place. If it stays too long – if it lingers ever – it will begin to burn with the bitterness of missed opportunities. It will remain that way for months, and it will be all Billy tastes when he swallows.
He doesn’t want that.
And yet, he can’t bring himself to release it to the world. He clutches to it, knowing that while he still has the name, he cannot lose everything. If he keeps the name within the confines of his mouth, he will always be in possession of this one trifling thing.
Billy needs to release the name.
Billy’s got an addiction up his sleeve.
It causes him to crave intensely. It makes his tongue go as dry as the Sahara at high noon and doesn’t relinquish any of its power when Billy pours bottle after bottle of water down his throat. It burns with a dry, scratching feeling that reminds him just of how much he needs.
It makes his skin absolutely crawl every time he sights what he needs so much. He scratches at it sometimes without thinking and finds he has made marks of red along his arms – in the shape of his nails. Sometimes, he’ll scratch it so raw that he will have blood threatening to burst through. He doesn’t even notice until someone comments on it.
Billy wants this one thing with every fiber of his being, and his brain burns with this tiny snippet of information. His mind teases him with glimpses at memories that he has stored away; tangible reminders of his addiction.
It cuts like glass against his body when he acknowledges that he wants -- he wants, oh god, he wants more than anything -- and sees it dangling in front of him.
Billy needs an intervention.
end
Characters: Billy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Billy's got a lot of things.
Notes: Thanks to
lux__aeterna for sitting with me and feeding me words and opinions, and to Jake for some beta-stuff, and for sitting through me asking "Does this suck?" again and again.Billy’s got someone taking over his dreams.
His subconscious is flooded with the same face, the same body, the same voice and he is overwhelmed by this same presence that has invaded his mind in his sleep in so many various locales around the world in these dreams. Some are quaint, some picturesque, and some downright odd.
Sometimes, when his eyes close and he finally succumbs to the dream, he can see nothing but this one being – this one sole soul – and rather than worry, he smiles a little and relishes the sight. Wishes he could have more than that. A little more contact of skin on skin, perhaps some more speech to ease the troubled existence of his ears.
His dreams become constant. This one person begins to slowly take over every inch of dreamland that was once held private and secret from prying figures. This is no longer the case.
Billy’s sleep is now subjected to walking the paths he chooses not to go down during the day. He can do nothing but watch as his subconscious is invaded.
Billy needs to wake up.
Billy's got letters in his head.
Letters that wouldn't be so random if he could sort them properly. If he could only make them into a name, he knows that then it would help him, would lead him in the proper direction. But it remains as cryptic as the mysteries of history and he finds himself with a jumble of assorted cast-offs of the alphabet filling his mind in the time his dreams aren’t being usurped by images of one lone figure.
Common sense and logic all lead him to believe that the dreams and the letters are related and only denial ever stops him from accepting this as the truth. Letters that never seem to form words, can’t make their way together to make a name.
These letters that pop in and out of his brain, demanding instant attention – if only for a second. They want to be acknowledged, but they won’t be deciphered. They remain enigmas from the day they nestled their way into Billy to the current minute, upon which he still has no idea what they mean.
Billy needs to crack the code.
Billy’s got a name on his tongue.
It is not blurred like the letters in his brain, or the sometimes-vague silhouette in his dreams. This is clear, defined, and precise. This is what scares Billy the most. Now that the name has found its way onto his tongue – into his mouth – he fears he will never be rid of it. He will be unable to swallow the syllables, unable to voice them.
This name will have found its home on Billy’s tongue and will have settled there before the man can even question speaking the name and ejecting it from its place. If it stays too long – if it lingers ever – it will begin to burn with the bitterness of missed opportunities. It will remain that way for months, and it will be all Billy tastes when he swallows.
He doesn’t want that.
And yet, he can’t bring himself to release it to the world. He clutches to it, knowing that while he still has the name, he cannot lose everything. If he keeps the name within the confines of his mouth, he will always be in possession of this one trifling thing.
Billy needs to release the name.
Billy’s got an addiction up his sleeve.
It causes him to crave intensely. It makes his tongue go as dry as the Sahara at high noon and doesn’t relinquish any of its power when Billy pours bottle after bottle of water down his throat. It burns with a dry, scratching feeling that reminds him just of how much he needs.
It makes his skin absolutely crawl every time he sights what he needs so much. He scratches at it sometimes without thinking and finds he has made marks of red along his arms – in the shape of his nails. Sometimes, he’ll scratch it so raw that he will have blood threatening to burst through. He doesn’t even notice until someone comments on it.
Billy wants this one thing with every fiber of his being, and his brain burns with this tiny snippet of information. His mind teases him with glimpses at memories that he has stored away; tangible reminders of his addiction.
It cuts like glass against his body when he acknowledges that he wants -- he wants, oh god, he wants more than anything -- and sees it dangling in front of him.
Billy needs an intervention.
end