Thread: descent into madness || bear & cosmos

RE descent into madness Bear cosmos descent into madness size-2 He was still watching her like a hawk and monitoring her every twitch and tick, and she was becoming steadily more aware of it. There was nothing like making her skin crawl with imaginary bugs. What made the situation even worse was his laugh, a haunting thing that threatened her spine to shiver again. She fought it, but now had just a sliver of an idea of what those around him must feel when they were stuck with him throughout the night. No wonder the patients around him were getting worse instead of better. Would you like to speculate on what you think my night was like, then? She challenged, rising to the taunt to try and show that she wasnt avoiding his eye contact for the very reason he was most likely suspecting. No, she couldnt keep showing her weakness to him so obviously, instead she would have to pull herself together and learn to really act like she hadnt touched herself last night. She didnt really want to hear what he thought that she was doing because she had a feeling he would hit it all too close to home, but she couldnt back down so easy. He was getting too far and she was letting too much happen, letting him get to her. It had to stop. She had to draw the line, even if she had already gone too far. And though she had come to expect some of his behavior, she didnt expect the story that he was going to share. She was quiet while he spoke, but she watched the way he moved and how his fingers trailed over his own forearm, tickling the skin there slowly and just barely touching his flesh. Her eyes watched his shoulders and the way he held himself, then searched his face for what she felt like would be telltale signs of him lying to her. With him it was hard to tell the truth from lies because his view on reality was so distorted. He hadnt necessarily lied to her before, but he did have a way of manipulating that was impressive. She waited until he finished speaking completely before leaned forward, reaching out to grasp his right wrist gently. Her fingers moved slowly along the lines of his scars, trailing over the tender skin before sliding all the way back up towards the tips of his fingers. There were scars to verify his back story, and they werent something that rubbed off as some had tried to pull before with chalk, but there were still so many questions that she had about it. She couldnt push him too far to talk about his past or she feared he would shut the door she had opened, but this really was some progress that she had never once expected. Her hand finally released his wrist, pulling back slowly. Thank you for sharing your memory, Mister J. She murmured, shifting and recrossing her legs beneath the table as she leaned back in her chair. Did you have breaks in your perception of reality as a child? She asked, tilting her head in an almost curious fashion. The room was getting too warm for her to use the excuse of wearing a cardigan, her arms slipping out of it and hanging it neatly over the back of her chair. The shirt beneath showed to be sleveless, almost in the fashion of a wifebeater but with a higher neckline. Her mind turned to another subject, while it was on her mind still, You mentioned you threw out your dinner because it was Unsavory. What do they feed you? She wasnt responsible of the meal planning for the patients, merely assessing, prescriptions, and therapy. Harley was working over an idea in her mind of getting more in his good graces by making his stay at Arkham more comfortable - she could offer him a hot, delicious meal every night in exchange for him actually taking his medication and working with her in therapy towards becoming a less violent and more well-rounded individual. That was the idea, at least.size