It was like a fire Jag hadn't been able to control. Raging through him, coursing through his veins, raking through his heart and mind. Flames of too much eating up everything that had been him.
With the pills, the fire was a little more under control.
Jag wasn't used to being burned. Now every moment felt like he might get singed on someone. But the panic was gone, at least. People were calmer by the time he started to feel like maybe he could exist again. By the time he took a few tentative steps out of the infirmary on that second day.
Later, he curled up in the hayloft in the stables, after spending some time tending to the horses. They were easier by far than people. Quieter, steadier. The fire felt manageable here. He wasn't used to feeling chilly, so he made himself a nest out of hay. He spent the night up in the loft.
Come morning, he snuck into the suite he shared with Em for a quick shower and a change of clothes. He took his pills. He waited until the world felt manageable again.
He'd always been a better runner than fighter, when it mattered.
He found himself outside Coby's empty room, curled up with his back to his door, waiting for him to show up.
He avoided public places, after that. Snuck in and out when he needed something from the kitchen, the boutique, anywhere. Snuck into the temple, too, stayed with la Kali a long while, paid his respects to Fortuna and the Raven Queen. Spent more time with the horses than not. At least he could function, after a fashion. The fire was manageable, as long as he took his meds. He would cling to that.
Jag - Day 2-4 - OTA
With the pills, the fire was a little more under control.
Jag wasn't used to being burned. Now every moment felt like he might get singed on someone. But the panic was gone, at least. People were calmer by the time he started to feel like maybe he could exist again. By the time he took a few tentative steps out of the infirmary on that second day.
Later, he curled up in the hayloft in the stables, after spending some time tending to the horses. They were easier by far than people. Quieter, steadier. The fire felt manageable here. He wasn't used to feeling chilly, so he made himself a nest out of hay. He spent the night up in the loft.
Come morning, he snuck into the suite he shared with Em for a quick shower and a change of clothes. He took his pills. He waited until the world felt manageable again.
Then he ventured outside, and tried the café for breakfast. He stood poised in the doorway, reeling a little from the people inside, the licks of their thoughtemotions against the core of who he was. This had been a bad idea, and he turned around to go. To flee. To run.
He'd always been a better runner than fighter, when it mattered.
He found himself outside Coby's empty room, curled up with his back to his door, waiting for him to show up.
He avoided public places, after that. Snuck in and out when he needed something from the kitchen, the boutique, anywhere. Snuck into the temple, too, stayed with la Kali a long while, paid his respects to Fortuna and the Raven Queen. Spent more time with the horses than not. At least he could function, after a fashion. The fire was manageable, as long as he took his meds. He would cling to that.