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locked to jack (Nov 26th)
Nov. 27th, 2008 01:37 amWednesdays were always uneventful, a little surfing, a little laundry, and practically nothing else. Today had been even less eventful than usual, surfing and clean clothes abandoned in favour of more sleep.
Logan was always fairly moody, but some days were worse than others, and today... today had not been a good day for him. He'd snapped at everyone who'd been stupid enough to say hello when he'd taken Linus for his walk, and had even treated the poor pup to his bad attitude. Refusing to play fetch and leaving the golden dog in his pen the moment the walk was done. All he'd wanted to do was crawl back into bed, to sleep through to Thursday, or maybe even Friday.
He'd been having the nightmares again though. Vivid memories of his father, and strange abstract recreations of his mother and Lilly's deaths. Dreams where he'd try and save them both, only to arrive a moment too late. He'd remember their faces with perfect clarity, but the details of their deaths were always warped, twisted, never quite right. And in the end, it was always just himself and Aaron, alone. The danger almost tangible as he woke up time after time, shaking in fear.
He welcomed sleep as he closed his eyes, silently hoping that this time he might actually rest. Without visions of his father, or horrors he'd never be able to right.
Logan was always fairly moody, but some days were worse than others, and today... today had not been a good day for him. He'd snapped at everyone who'd been stupid enough to say hello when he'd taken Linus for his walk, and had even treated the poor pup to his bad attitude. Refusing to play fetch and leaving the golden dog in his pen the moment the walk was done. All he'd wanted to do was crawl back into bed, to sleep through to Thursday, or maybe even Friday.
He'd been having the nightmares again though. Vivid memories of his father, and strange abstract recreations of his mother and Lilly's deaths. Dreams where he'd try and save them both, only to arrive a moment too late. He'd remember their faces with perfect clarity, but the details of their deaths were always warped, twisted, never quite right. And in the end, it was always just himself and Aaron, alone. The danger almost tangible as he woke up time after time, shaking in fear.
He welcomed sleep as he closed his eyes, silently hoping that this time he might actually rest. Without visions of his father, or horrors he'd never be able to right.
