Anonymous asked: >SP: Hallucinate (?) It’s probably just your imagination, but almost immediately after you shave your head, you swear to god that you feel a set of eyes on you. Empty, white eyes, perpetually narrowed in some kind of emotion that covers the diverse range between moderate irritation and murderous rage, with a healthy dose of “judging you” mixed in. You hear a voice. Or rather, a lack of one. You’re not quite sure. After all, it’s awfully difficult to describe the sound of “…”
What you are sure of, however, is the blow to the stomach you feel about two seconds later. It’s not a punch or a kick; more like blunt trauma with a slim and fast moving, medium range melee weapon.
If you had to choose, you’d say it felt a helluva lot like a cue stick.Contrary to how the vast majority of people would feel almost as though they were being visually dissected, just the slightest bit of tension slides it’s way out of your shoulders. Once you unplug the clippers, the silence doesn’t feel as lonely as it usually does. Your grin twitches a little wider.
Then, when the cuestick hits you, you clench your jaw and huff through your nose, stiffening your spine. You’ve already fucked up your hair, you can’t disappoint him by doubling over in pain, so you override the reflex and resist.
You can’t be angry and the pain doesn’t matter. In a way, the burning heat in your stomach is actually comforting. Straightening up further, you lick your lips. Briefly, you consider saying something, but you don’t.
You don’t have anything to say that he doesn’t already know, so you don’t bother wasting his time.
Knowing he’s still around is more than enough for you.
never has physical violence with a blunt object made me so tearfully happy inside.
