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31_days2006-10-11 09:38 pm
acesodapop.livejournal.com) wrote in 31_days2006-10-11 09:38 pm
11 october . everything is illuminated. the end
Title: the end
Day/Theme: 11 oct // take one and call me in the morning
Series: everything is illuminated
Character/Pairing: alex
Notes: rated g! film or book (BOOK), it fits into both.
It is very dark when he gets home. He fumbles in the dark and tries to move quietly, his tall frame shuffling awkwardly in the tight confines of the house. There is a creak, and Alex freezes and cranes his neck and oh, it is only Little Igor.
His saucer eyes shine at him like blue lamps, questioningly, and Alex makes an effort to smile and puts a finger to his pursed lips. "Shhh-hhh-hhhh." He utters so softly, the sound is muffed and immediately dies. Little Igor nods once, and turns his heel like a ghostly toy soldier, his tiny feet entirely silent as they pad over old wooden floors and disappear into the old nursury, where Alex was nursed by his mother, and where his father was nursed by his grandmother, and his grandfather
(he is a good brother)
He walks towards the kitchen to set the car keys on the table, and reconsiders. The door to his room creaks, so he tries to slide through sideways, and knocks into a golf club against the wall. (Did he even golf? He should sell that. He'll sell everything. Tomorrow.) He eases himself onto his as-old-or-older-than-himself bed, the springs groaning and creaking in the process, and everything creaks inside this house, he should get used to that.
He read once that in order to sleep dreamlessly, you must ruminate on everything and anything tremendous that has affected you recently. He closes his eyes, thinks.
(everything)
but he has to open them again seconds later, and a strange marriage of a choke and strangle rises -- creaks -- out of his throat. He clenches and unclenches his jaw. Someone (father, he thinks) coughs and rustles in his sleep.
He still holds the car keys in his left hand, and in the morning they leave red marks and welts crossing the lines of his skin.
*
Day/Theme: 11 oct // take one and call me in the morning
Series: everything is illuminated
Character/Pairing: alex
Notes: rated g! film or book (BOOK), it fits into both.
It is very dark when he gets home. He fumbles in the dark and tries to move quietly, his tall frame shuffling awkwardly in the tight confines of the house. There is a creak, and Alex freezes and cranes his neck and oh, it is only Little Igor.
His saucer eyes shine at him like blue lamps, questioningly, and Alex makes an effort to smile and puts a finger to his pursed lips. "Shhh-hhh-hhhh." He utters so softly, the sound is muffed and immediately dies. Little Igor nods once, and turns his heel like a ghostly toy soldier, his tiny feet entirely silent as they pad over old wooden floors and disappear into the old nursury, where Alex was nursed by his mother, and where his father was nursed by his grandmother, and his grandfather
(he is a good brother)
He walks towards the kitchen to set the car keys on the table, and reconsiders. The door to his room creaks, so he tries to slide through sideways, and knocks into a golf club against the wall. (Did he even golf? He should sell that. He'll sell everything. Tomorrow.) He eases himself onto his as-old-or-older-than-himself bed, the springs groaning and creaking in the process, and everything creaks inside this house, he should get used to that.
He read once that in order to sleep dreamlessly, you must ruminate on everything and anything tremendous that has affected you recently. He closes his eyes, thinks.
(everything)
but he has to open them again seconds later, and a strange marriage of a choke and strangle rises -- creaks -- out of his throat. He clenches and unclenches his jaw. Someone (father, he thinks) coughs and rustles in his sleep.
He still holds the car keys in his left hand, and in the morning they leave red marks and welts crossing the lines of his skin.
*