Post by Sabine DeLunet on Apr 18, 2013 19:45:35 GMT -5
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louder, louder,
»She was going insane.
That was the only thing that Sabine could think could possibly be happening right now. She was absolutely going insane because there was no other way for her to think she could describe it. She was just so…well frustrated wasn’t an answer but it was definitely among the emotions she was feeling right now. Though no, it was mainly another emotion that she most definitely knew the name of but hadn’t felt this strongly since she was a teenager.
Lust.
Oh most definitely lust. And she could practically breathe it in. Everyone around her was feeling it to, which made her wonder. Was it just because it was Valentine’s Day? She had plans later so there was the anticipation of that but she shouldn’t be feeling lust over it. Both she and Lark were older souls, not teenagers, they didn’t have to rush to get to that part of their relationship. And it wasn’t lust she had been feeling when they had first made the plans. Not that she didn’t think he was lust worthy, because he most definitely was.
It wasn’t the point though. It was like she had woken up to day with the need to do something, with the mental image of having something a bit more intimate go down constantly in the back of her mind. She just wanted to reach out and kiss someone. It wasn’t that bad at first, she had barely noticed when she was in her own apartment, on her own, with no one around her to bother her. Then it had barely been a blip on her radar. It had just been an urge in the back of her mind but she had put it off as going without for a long time.
She had blown it off and gotten dressed. Perhaps she had even gotten dressed with the urge in the back of her mind because the green sweater she wore that brought out the color of her eyes had a bit of a deeper V than most of her sweaters, and she didn’t bother with anything underneath as she usually did. She mostly dressed this way not because she was a prude or something, she had been one of those serious party animals when she had been a teenager and well into her twenties and thirties. It was mostly because she was a professor, she had to deal with teenagers all day and it was easier to deal with the males when they were confused by the reading assignment rather than distracted by her cleavage.
Her skirt was it’s usual length though, and she was wearing her ballet flats as always. She had gone off to school and had decided it was just a weird urge in the back of her mind. And then she had started to see the emotions all around her—she couldn’t block out her affinity as others could and that used to scare her—and she remembered why she used to drink to block out the things she saw when she had first developed her affinity. It was too much and seeing it constantly was starting to increase the way that she was feeling about it and it was making it harder for her to breath. Now she wanted to dig at her own flesh just to distract herself.
Or have a drink just to numb it out. That wouldn’t be so bad, would it? She shook her head. No, she knew better. She was an alcoholic and one drink wouldn’t just be one little drink. The urge was there, stronger than usual, but she was going to ignore it. And she did. She got through one of her classes okay but she often had to pause, and her students often had to ask what was wrong. Which was weird given how hyped up and distracted all of them were. What was in the air today?
It had been too much to see it all again with her next batch of kids. She was going insane. It was too much. She couldn’t take it and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Too much of one emotion pressing down oppressively on her, she had to get out. She ran out of her classroom, just bolted in the middle of a class though at least she had had them reading so it wasn’t like she stopped mid word. She had crunched down in a ball outside her classroom for a long while until Andrew had bumped into her. It was too much to look at even him, he was feeling it too.
He went in to teach her class and told her she should head home. Which she agreed to, she had to get out of there before she felt like she was going to explode. Too much on the emotions today, just too much.
It was too long of a walk for her, she was a jittery mess of hormones and everyone around her seemed ot have the same and it just kept making it worse. She needed to get home. And not stop anywhere because the temptation of drowning this out with alcohol would be too great and she knew she didn’t want to spiral down that slope again. She took a deep breath and she had walked herself home.
Once inside, she had locked that door and started to pace, right there in her living room. The feeling had abated slightly now that she was home and couldn’t see any of the emotions around her but it was still a lasting affect, sometimes emotions clung to her for a while. She crossed her arms and dug her nails into her forearms, hoping to shock herself back to normal. Back and forth she went, trying to distract herself as best she could.
She really hoped this would all pass, that it was nothing big and nothing to worry aobut. But as she paced she seemed to be working herself into more of a tizzy, not less. Wonderful.
[/style]That was the only thing that Sabine could think could possibly be happening right now. She was absolutely going insane because there was no other way for her to think she could describe it. She was just so…well frustrated wasn’t an answer but it was definitely among the emotions she was feeling right now. Though no, it was mainly another emotion that she most definitely knew the name of but hadn’t felt this strongly since she was a teenager.
Lust.
Oh most definitely lust. And she could practically breathe it in. Everyone around her was feeling it to, which made her wonder. Was it just because it was Valentine’s Day? She had plans later so there was the anticipation of that but she shouldn’t be feeling lust over it. Both she and Lark were older souls, not teenagers, they didn’t have to rush to get to that part of their relationship. And it wasn’t lust she had been feeling when they had first made the plans. Not that she didn’t think he was lust worthy, because he most definitely was.
It wasn’t the point though. It was like she had woken up to day with the need to do something, with the mental image of having something a bit more intimate go down constantly in the back of her mind. She just wanted to reach out and kiss someone. It wasn’t that bad at first, she had barely noticed when she was in her own apartment, on her own, with no one around her to bother her. Then it had barely been a blip on her radar. It had just been an urge in the back of her mind but she had put it off as going without for a long time.
She had blown it off and gotten dressed. Perhaps she had even gotten dressed with the urge in the back of her mind because the green sweater she wore that brought out the color of her eyes had a bit of a deeper V than most of her sweaters, and she didn’t bother with anything underneath as she usually did. She mostly dressed this way not because she was a prude or something, she had been one of those serious party animals when she had been a teenager and well into her twenties and thirties. It was mostly because she was a professor, she had to deal with teenagers all day and it was easier to deal with the males when they were confused by the reading assignment rather than distracted by her cleavage.
Her skirt was it’s usual length though, and she was wearing her ballet flats as always. She had gone off to school and had decided it was just a weird urge in the back of her mind. And then she had started to see the emotions all around her—she couldn’t block out her affinity as others could and that used to scare her—and she remembered why she used to drink to block out the things she saw when she had first developed her affinity. It was too much and seeing it constantly was starting to increase the way that she was feeling about it and it was making it harder for her to breath. Now she wanted to dig at her own flesh just to distract herself.
Or have a drink just to numb it out. That wouldn’t be so bad, would it? She shook her head. No, she knew better. She was an alcoholic and one drink wouldn’t just be one little drink. The urge was there, stronger than usual, but she was going to ignore it. And she did. She got through one of her classes okay but she often had to pause, and her students often had to ask what was wrong. Which was weird given how hyped up and distracted all of them were. What was in the air today?
It had been too much to see it all again with her next batch of kids. She was going insane. It was too much. She couldn’t take it and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Too much of one emotion pressing down oppressively on her, she had to get out. She ran out of her classroom, just bolted in the middle of a class though at least she had had them reading so it wasn’t like she stopped mid word. She had crunched down in a ball outside her classroom for a long while until Andrew had bumped into her. It was too much to look at even him, he was feeling it too.
He went in to teach her class and told her she should head home. Which she agreed to, she had to get out of there before she felt like she was going to explode. Too much on the emotions today, just too much.
It was too long of a walk for her, she was a jittery mess of hormones and everyone around her seemed ot have the same and it just kept making it worse. She needed to get home. And not stop anywhere because the temptation of drowning this out with alcohol would be too great and she knew she didn’t want to spiral down that slope again. She took a deep breath and she had walked herself home.
Once inside, she had locked that door and started to pace, right there in her living room. The feeling had abated slightly now that she was home and couldn’t see any of the emotions around her but it was still a lasting affect, sometimes emotions clung to her for a while. She crossed her arms and dug her nails into her forearms, hoping to shock herself back to normal. Back and forth she went, trying to distract herself as best she could.
She really hoped this would all pass, that it was nothing big and nothing to worry aobut. But as she paced she seemed to be working herself into more of a tizzy, not less. Wonderful.
and we'll runfor our lives.
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