Thread: Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

After sending the message on the forum site Damien ran a hand through his hair, pushing the thick dyed strands away from his eyes to switch browsers and bring up his email. There was an email from some guy named Joseph, it was polite and impersonal which had him raising an eyebrow, unable to gather anything from the message that would give him a clue as to what the sender was like. His fingers slipped over the keys lightly, easily, as he typed out a quick response. Well Mr Santiago, I would be interested in meeting you to discuss the the lease as well and go things. Feel free to swing by tonight, if you would like. I will be home all evening. Damien added the address of his home to the bottom before sending the replying email off. He stared quietly at the screen for a moment, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he wondered if this idea was worth it. It was a risk bringing a stranger into his life, his space, that could result in lethal consequences if Damien wasn't careful. With a grimace he shifted to set the laptop down on the couch next to him before pushing himself to his feet and heading into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, eyes scanning the barren shelves before settling on an apple, plucking the red fruit up before slipping over the sink to work the faucet and rinse it off. It wasn't as if he didn't have any sense of control. Control told kept him from slamming the corner of his textbook down on the fingers of his classmate when they brushed too close to his belongings or invaded his space on the tables in class. Control had a smile plastered to his face and kept his hands clenched in his pockets when some other student caught him after class to prattle away incessantly about some shallow, small talk style chatter, instead of giving into the glare and desire to smack them until their head spun. Control kept the air pushing in and out of his lungs in quiet, steady even breaths when he wanted to do nothing more than scream at the top of his lungs to fill the silence of empty nights when his thoughts became too much to bear. He wanted to just give in, to just shred every little bit of control he clung to so desperately and just let himself get lost in the rush and bliss behind not always being in such riginld constraints. Damien didn't realize his hands were shaking until the knife he had plucked up to cut the freshly washed apple grazed his thumb, cutting into the flesh and coaxing a curse from his lips as he dropped the blade on the counter before reaching for a dish towel. The cut wasn't deep and he tended to it easily, cleaning it out and bandaging his injured hand before tossing the ruin apple into the waste bin, instead settling this time for some questionable chinese leftovers he has ordered in that weekend. As he made his way back into the kitchen, he used the length of his sleeves tugged down below his fingers to manage the hot bowl that he had nuked in the microwave before settling back onto the couch, folding his legs underneath himself. A new message indicator was flashing from the academic forum and he set the bowl down on the table carefully before freeing his hands from his sleeves, fingers wrapping around the laptop to drag it back over into his lap. A rare smile graced his face for a moment as he read over the message from the closest thing Damien had ever been able to consider as a friend. Of course there were people he talked to, share conversations and could mingle over social gatherings with but they only saw the outer shell. The fragment of himself he let out of the glass cage he hid his darker side behind, using humor and sarcasm to disguise himself as someone normal, someone acceptable. With this faceless person who simply existed somewhere on the other side of another screen he felt like he could be himself and shed the facade for a moment, loosen that tight leash of control he kept over himself and just give into that darker side and those darker interests just a little. Damien's eyes flitted over the message and widened slightly at the mentioning of Professor Howard, he had genuinely enjoyed that man's take on things and had signed up for another course with him this semester as well. He tongued his lip ring, fiddling with the small cool silver band before beginning his reply, the uncharacteristic smile remaining on his face as he typed. Well, you know what they say, sharing is caring, or some such nonsense, so feel free to send some of your undesirables my way should you feel overwhelmed whenever you do eventually lose your grip and go on that spree you have been dreaming of. And Howard isn't bad, took class this past semester with him. He let's you do your own thing within his curriculum as you stay within the general guidelines of the class structure. Ask him for some extra curricular reading, the man has quite a few good suggestions for further study and doesn't mind darker topics. There were a few good documentaries, one focused on the intricacies and detailings of psychosis by location, breaking down the statistics of different psychological abnormalities within cultures and the correlation betweem societal influences and psychogical abnormalities. As for tonight? Just finished mangaling my hand and I am about to choke back old chinese food. Debating a movie, any suggestions? Howabout you?glassmask363 Damien sent off the reply before he went back to his food, stomach growling violently as he was reminded it had been nearly eleven hours since eating that rather interesting breakfast sandwich that morning from the limited services offered up at the dining hall when he was roaming campus at seven in the morning. Nothing but coffee fueling him for the better part of the day and the occasional stick of gum.