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 Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 5:02 pm
He had told Heather he was going to sleep approximately three hours, forty-nine minutes, and ten seconds ago. Eleven seconds. Twelve seconds. Thirteen seconds...
It obviously wasn't going well.
Demy had paced every inch of his room. He'd climbed the bed, damn near climbed the wall, stared at his clock, stared at his fish, rolled over, stood on his head, and upwards of one hundred other things just to pass the time. There were things to do and yet none of them got rid of the thought that taunted him from the corner of his mind.
Why aren't you out collecting starseeds? They're delicious, you know.
When he had been an active starseed gatherer in the days of the Old Negaverse, Scheelite had eaten the occasional starseed. It became a habit, an addiction to a boy already riddled with them. But now that he no longer killed, he didn't have a starseed stash to snack on the occasional one from. He had quit cold turkey, and tonight it was catching up with him.
In front of the others he hid it well. It was only behind the doors of his room and on his energy gathering trips that the nervous ticks shone through. Tonight the fidgeting finally led him out of the room, down the hall and into Heather's own quiet room. She had actually gone to sleep.
He'd fix that, by perching over her bed and staring down at her sleeping form.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 8:04 am
About two hours prior, Heather had finally given up on her homework from school and managed to slink her way into her bed. She had been thoroughly exhausted by that point. As the boy hovered over her, she turned on her side in her sleep, as though to say '******** off' (Demy received no reprieve from her disdain, even in her sleep it would seem).
A minute passed, then another, and it quickly turned into ten or more. Suddenly the sleeping form began to twitch, and a muffled 'hrn?' came from the pillow Heather had buried her head into the side of. She turned over, rubbed her eyes a bit, then stared, bleary eyed, into the face of Demetri. She blinked, squinted, and tilted her head for a moment before she slowly seemed to come to a realization.
"What the... AUGH WHAT THE HELL DEMY?" a pillow was sent hurtling through the air at the blond boy.
"GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!" Heather shrieked.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 12:27 pm
Demy had somehow managed to keep himself still and perched over her for ten entire minutes. With how fidgety and anxious the boy was that in itself was a miracle. When she finally started to twitch and move the boy perked up, happy that finally she'd wake up and he'd have someone to talk to while he tried to will away the thoughts of starseed theft.
Instead, he got a pillow to the face and his eardrums assaulted with a piercing scream.
"QUIT SCREAMING AT ME!"
The boy whimpered, taking the pillow with him as he dove off the bed and onto the floor for cover.
"SHEESH Heather! It's not like I dumped water on you or something!"
Hey, she did that to him -a lot- ...
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 5:11 pm
"DAMNIT DEMY YOU GET OUT OF THE GOD DAMNED ROOM RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR I WILL KICK YOUR SORRY a** RIGHT INTO TOMORROW!" Heather's voice shrieked as the blond dove for cover.
She didn't mind putting up with him in her house. Making a mess of her kitchen. Hell, she could even tolerate the mass amount of pixie stix and rockstar he seemed to be amassing. Not to mention the complete lack of understanding about personal space.
However.
There were some limits. Apparently he hit the wall with perching and staring at her while she slept.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 5:17 pm
"But HEAAAAATHER."
And thus the trademark whining began.
"Heather I can't sleep!" The boy protected his head with the pillow as he slowly peeked over the edge at the girl. "I just...I can't! Everytime I try I can't get to sleep and if I DO get to sleep then I have bad dreams and then I'm right back to staring at the wall or climbing all over the room or whatever. I...I dunno Heather, look!"
The boy was fidgety. Shakey even! Which...while he normally couldn't sit -still- this seemed different somehow.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 5:38 pm
The sleepy woman groaned loudly, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. Shoving the covers roughly off herself, Heather crawled over to the edge of the bed and peered down at the fidgety boy.
"Less Rockstar. I keep telling you this. Go drink some tea, try again."
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 5:43 pm
"It's NOT Rockstar!'
Then Heather found herself grabbed by the shoulders and pulled down awkwardly to stare at the boy right in his eyes.
"I need a starseed." And for the briefest moment there was a manic look hidden in those normally bright green eyes. Just as quick as it had appeared, it was gone.
"But I CAN'T. I'm not going to kill anyone and I just...distract me. Please Heather PLEASE."
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 5:46 pm
There was a quick yelp as Heather felt herself yanked forward. There was a shocked, confused... scared(?) look on her face for the briefest moment as Demy started blathering on about starseeds and distractions. The moment passed however, and her hand came swinging down across the boy's cheek, hard.
"Let me go, Demy. You don't need a damn starseed."
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 5:57 pm
The slap to the face led to him instantly letting go of her and scrambling backwards with a loud yelp.
"Don't DO that! Cmon Heather I am seriously freaking out here I can't sleep I want to sleep WHY CAN'T I SLEEP?!"
Demy hugged his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth on the ground and mumbling something about how damn -delicious- starseeds were.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 4:33 pm
"Don't do THAT?" she shrieked back at the boy. "REALLY? YOU YANK ME AROUND AND THAT IS YOUR REPLY?" Pulling herself into a standing position and brushing off her tank and shorts, she crossed her arms and watched Demy with a strange look on her face.
"Did you try NyQuil?" she wasn't sure what else to say. For the moment she was trying to ignore the chanting and mumbling about starseeds, but it was difficult. She was dealing with a mixture of anger, confusion, pity and fear. It was a little much for 2 in the morning.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 5:05 pm
"N-no I didn't try NyQuil. Will that help? I really just want to sleep right now, and I know usually I DON'T want to sleep but right this second I really do!"
The boy turned acid eyes up to her, looking downright pitiful and more than just a little afraid and possibly even crazy. Demetri Wright was almost always a mystery.
"C-can I stay in here? Please?"
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 5:18 pm
Heather was certian that Demetri Wright was always crazy, but this seemed a little much, even for him. She started to walk into her bathroom, and called behind her as she did.
"Yeah it should help. Usually knocks me out cold when I'm sick. It can't hurt to try. And I guess you can stay in here. You know where the daybed is." she opened up the medicine cabinet and yanked out a bottle of NyQuil (cherry) and brought it out to him.
"But you better be quiet while you're in here and if I ever find you staring at me while I sleep I'll deck you."
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 6:27 am
Demy did indeed know where the daybed was. First things first though! To Heather, he clung for a moment, trying to ease the troubles off his mind and maybe relax long enough to sleep. Unfortunately for Heather Demy was just a very overly affectionate boy.
Sigh.
Next step was to take the offered medicine..which he eyed for a moment before unscrewing the top and drinking some. Straight from the bottle.
Sigh again.
At least he handed it back before he drank the entire bottle, and with a final hug on his 'sister' the boy ran over to the daybed and buried himself under the covers and pillows.
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