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Unconscious
PG-13
OB/EW
Insomnia sucks...
*
Wait--
They don't love you like I love you
-'Maps', Yeah Yeah Yeahs
*
"I've been having dreams."
Elijah stares blankly at the TV.
"What kind of dreams?"
The phone rings. He ignores it and lets the answering machine click on for the twelfth time that day.
"Just...about filming, I guess. And the people involved."
"Well, that's natural. You spent a lot of time over there, and those people were your family."
He looks outside, at the black sky that sprawls forth from his balcony. An endless vacuum of space.
"Well, yeah. Actually--"
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't smoke in here."
"Oh yeah. Totally. Sorry about that."
"No problem. You were saying?"
A bubbly journalist giggles her way across the screen; he perks up his ears.
"I was gonna say that I was actually dreaming of a particular person..."
"May I ask who it is?"
"I think I'd be more comfortable if you didn't."
"You do know that our sessions are confidential?"
"Yes, I do."
'...sources say that Bloom has taken a leave and returned to England for some down time...'
"Why did you feel it was important to tell me about this particular person?"
"Well, he's in my fucking dreams. I figured it's your job to tell me why."
"I didn't get a doctorate in ESP, Mr. Wood."
"Sorry."
Leaving the TV on, he pads down the dark hallway and into his stark white room. He'd never bothered to decorate the place.
"Let's try a different angle. Were you two close? Did you have any regrets with this person? Issues?"
"Not really. I mean. Yeah. We were closer than most, I'd say."
He bypasses the cold bed and softly comes to a stop in front of the world map that is tacked onto the far corner.
"I see. You-- is this connected to your difficulty to fall asleep at night?"
"Maybe."
"Perhaps it's a sign that you should let go."
"But I don't want to let go."
He reaches up and skims his fingers across the plethora of hand-drawn red circles that are scattered across various continents.
"That's mentally and emotionally unhealthy for you."
"Yeah, I know. But. I just can't do it."
Grabbing a lone pen off of the nightstand, he carefully blots in another circle right under the 'g' in 'England'. The day's date comes right after it.
"Well, what do you want to do?"
He walks hurriedly back to the living room and clicks on the surround sound.
"I don't know. I don't know what I want."
A clip of a grinning Orlando plays and he brushes his fingers across the cold screen, leaning in so close that the images disintegrate into tiny blocks of primary colors.
"There has to be something. Anything. What do you want at this very moment?"
If he presses his cheek against the glass at a certain angle, it almost seems like the two dimensional Orlando is right in front of him, smiling for him, waving to him.
"I want to keep dreaming."
*
A/N: I highly recommend this YYYs song to everyone. :)
PG-13
OB/EW
Insomnia sucks...
*
Wait--
They don't love you like I love you
-'Maps', Yeah Yeah Yeahs
*
"I've been having dreams."
Elijah stares blankly at the TV.
"What kind of dreams?"
The phone rings. He ignores it and lets the answering machine click on for the twelfth time that day.
"Just...about filming, I guess. And the people involved."
"Well, that's natural. You spent a lot of time over there, and those people were your family."
He looks outside, at the black sky that sprawls forth from his balcony. An endless vacuum of space.
"Well, yeah. Actually--"
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't smoke in here."
"Oh yeah. Totally. Sorry about that."
"No problem. You were saying?"
A bubbly journalist giggles her way across the screen; he perks up his ears.
"I was gonna say that I was actually dreaming of a particular person..."
"May I ask who it is?"
"I think I'd be more comfortable if you didn't."
"You do know that our sessions are confidential?"
"Yes, I do."
'...sources say that Bloom has taken a leave and returned to England for some down time...'
"Why did you feel it was important to tell me about this particular person?"
"Well, he's in my fucking dreams. I figured it's your job to tell me why."
"I didn't get a doctorate in ESP, Mr. Wood."
"Sorry."
Leaving the TV on, he pads down the dark hallway and into his stark white room. He'd never bothered to decorate the place.
"Let's try a different angle. Were you two close? Did you have any regrets with this person? Issues?"
"Not really. I mean. Yeah. We were closer than most, I'd say."
He bypasses the cold bed and softly comes to a stop in front of the world map that is tacked onto the far corner.
"I see. You-- is this connected to your difficulty to fall asleep at night?"
"Maybe."
"Perhaps it's a sign that you should let go."
"But I don't want to let go."
He reaches up and skims his fingers across the plethora of hand-drawn red circles that are scattered across various continents.
"That's mentally and emotionally unhealthy for you."
"Yeah, I know. But. I just can't do it."
Grabbing a lone pen off of the nightstand, he carefully blots in another circle right under the 'g' in 'England'. The day's date comes right after it.
"Well, what do you want to do?"
He walks hurriedly back to the living room and clicks on the surround sound.
"I don't know. I don't know what I want."
A clip of a grinning Orlando plays and he brushes his fingers across the cold screen, leaning in so close that the images disintegrate into tiny blocks of primary colors.
"There has to be something. Anything. What do you want at this very moment?"
If he presses his cheek against the glass at a certain angle, it almost seems like the two dimensional Orlando is right in front of him, smiling for him, waving to him.
"I want to keep dreaming."
*
A/N: I highly recommend this YYYs song to everyone. :)
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i don't know what the hell i was shooting for, but sad is good. heheh.
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and your simplicity with words that still manage to have an impact with such little said.
I am such a sucker for even just the thought of Orlijah.
Chrissy.
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that song is great. the guitar riff is just like gaaaah. :)