Entry tags:
23 January / Jeremiah (TV)
Title: The voice in his head
Fandom: Jeremiah (TV)
Characters: Mr. Smith, Kurdy Malloy
Prompt: There's a silence surrounding me
Words: 328
„Smith, what's wrong with you lately?“ Kurdy eyed the little guy, cowering on his chair in the cafeteria of the Mountain, only a glass of tea in front of him, worried. He looked so worn out as if he would faint every moment.
Smith lifted his head, his eyes swollen and dark-rimmed. „I'm fine, thanks for asking.“
„Oh, yeah, I can see this.“ Kurdy dropped down on the chair beside Smith. „When did you sleep for the last time? Or had a decent meal?“
The answer was a weak shrug, and Kurdy sighed inwardly. „Is it because of God again? What does he want this time?“ It was not that he did believe in this, but Smith did; he insisted to be God's messenger and the stuff he told gave even Kurdy the creeps sometimes.
„It's more what he doesn't want me to do. He keeps quiet for two weeks already.“
„Well, this is good. Maybe he wants to give you needed rest.“
„I don't know about his plans. But never before he left me alone for so long. And as much as I sometimes hate his voice in my head, the silence surrounding me now is even more disturbing. I don't even dare to sleep anymore, because I'm afraid, that I might miss a message.“
Kurdy pulled his face. „But if you move on like this you will break down soon enough. Guess, then you won't be of great help anymore. Try at least a bit of stew, it's good.“
„Thanks, Kurdy, I know, you only want to help. But...“ Smith stopped abruptly, bent his head. „Oh... yeah.“ When he turned to Kurdy again, his eyes were full live, and there was even a smile on his lips. „No time for the stew anymore. We need to go to Markus's office; he needs our help.“
When Kurdy frowned slightly, he added: „Everything okay. He is back!“
"Oh. Good timing, I would say."
Fandom: Jeremiah (TV)
Characters: Mr. Smith, Kurdy Malloy
Prompt: There's a silence surrounding me
Words: 328
„Smith, what's wrong with you lately?“ Kurdy eyed the little guy, cowering on his chair in the cafeteria of the Mountain, only a glass of tea in front of him, worried. He looked so worn out as if he would faint every moment.
Smith lifted his head, his eyes swollen and dark-rimmed. „I'm fine, thanks for asking.“
„Oh, yeah, I can see this.“ Kurdy dropped down on the chair beside Smith. „When did you sleep for the last time? Or had a decent meal?“
The answer was a weak shrug, and Kurdy sighed inwardly. „Is it because of God again? What does he want this time?“ It was not that he did believe in this, but Smith did; he insisted to be God's messenger and the stuff he told gave even Kurdy the creeps sometimes.
„It's more what he doesn't want me to do. He keeps quiet for two weeks already.“
„Well, this is good. Maybe he wants to give you needed rest.“
„I don't know about his plans. But never before he left me alone for so long. And as much as I sometimes hate his voice in my head, the silence surrounding me now is even more disturbing. I don't even dare to sleep anymore, because I'm afraid, that I might miss a message.“
Kurdy pulled his face. „But if you move on like this you will break down soon enough. Guess, then you won't be of great help anymore. Try at least a bit of stew, it's good.“
„Thanks, Kurdy, I know, you only want to help. But...“ Smith stopped abruptly, bent his head. „Oh... yeah.“ When he turned to Kurdy again, his eyes were full live, and there was even a smile on his lips. „No time for the stew anymore. We need to go to Markus's office; he needs our help.“
When Kurdy frowned slightly, he added: „Everything okay. He is back!“
"Oh. Good timing, I would say."
