Thread: Of Psychosis and Salvation

Athrun didnt know how to sleep or at least, he didnt know how to sleep like humans did. His eyes would close and he would dream, but it wasnt refreshing like it was for humans. It was more like a settlement for his mind than his body. He didnt grow tired except when he overused his abilities and then needed to go into a sort of hibernation to regenerate. Yet even then, it didnt seem like sleep. Hed watched humans sleep, seen them toss and turn, smile and cry, and he knew he did none of those things. He supposed that was normal since he wasnt human. What would he actually dream of when he couldnt control what his mind decided to dream about? Would it be good things? Bad things? Or would it be empty and black like a void that sucked out the goodness from your soul? It was questions he had always asked but never found the answers to. He probably never would. Yet as he peered out over the sleeping city, he found that he did have a little bit of envy. Eventually he left his perch and went to his run-down apartment to rest, read, wash, and change his clothing. Reading was the only escape from reality that he truly had. His book of choice was called The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde. He found that it was an intriguing book about the downfall of an innocent man who turned into a deviant and hedonist, and eventually a murderer. It was all very captivating until Athrun saw the sun begin to rise above the horizon. He needed to rest now. Closing the book, he stripped his clothing off and settled into the small bed. It wasnt a big apartment. It was more like a studio with just the small things he needed to survive in the human world. As he settled under the blanket, he rested his head on his arms as he thought about Red, his hair fanning over the pillow. Some part of him had wanted to stay, but he had seen Reds distraught disposition and knew he had been ordered to leave. Red was the last thing to go through his mind before he shut down until nightfall. ------------------------------------------------------------- As the sun went down again, Athruns eyes opened to look at the cracked ceiling above him. He didnt yawn but stretched out his body from lack of movement. He felt like such an odd out-of-place thing in the human world. Even Duras seemed more suited to the environment than he did and yet he was here, and with a mission. He already felt that strong pull to go to Red and he ignored it for the time being simply because he needed to get himself situated with cleanliness and clothing. Once clean, he picked out his boots, a rough pair of jeans, belt, fingerless gloves, and a vest jacket that showed his scars and tattoos on his arms. It buttoned from his collarbones to his waist before flowing out the back to brush against his calves. Lighting a cigarette, he took a drag before disappearing from the apartment. This time, he appeared in the hallway of the hospital and listened to some of the other patients screaming or crying. He didnt understand the things that humans did, but the Angelus did something similar to their crazed. They were locked up and usually never heard from again until they managed to regain their sanity which took a very long time if they ever did. Smoking his cigarette, he watched the smoke drift into the air before dispersing. Would Red welcome him today? Or would he try to chase him away again? He could only wonder as he stepped through the door and looked at his charge huddled up on the bed. They cut your beautiful hair he whispered, looking at Red. It was too short, he mused as he moved to sit on the very edge of the bed. He didnt reach for Red or try to talk anymore. Instead, he just waited for Red to either deny or accept him for a little while. He felt like he was holding his breath.