Post by Teivel on Sept 9, 2010 14:13:06 GMT
He scowled up at the ceiling as though it was personally to blame for everything that had ever gone wrong in his life, everything in the past and everything that would go wrong in the future. As always, Teivel was in a foul mood, fingers tracing the patterns on the front of his Moleskine book, trying to calm himself, to not brood over his own perceived failings, where he had gone wrong, in this or that. Conversations were just hard for him, hard not to take things the wrong way, not to say the wrong thing and he had done that with Samson, had taken the jokes to mean so much more than they actually had. Teivel knew that the other werewolf hadn’t meant anything mean or nasty by his jokes and his lack of understanding when it came to personal space, he knew that it was all meant in good fun. He even doubted that Samson had a mean bone in his body and yet when he was actually talking, interacting, everything he knew about the other person was forgotten. It had been so easy to take something the wrong way, to grow hurt and annoyed at Samson before running off, slamming the door of his room and locking it, leaving a clearly bemused Greek in his wake. It had been at once surprising and more hurtful, that Samson hadn’t come after him, hadn’t attempted to apologise or see what was wrong. Then again, if he had come, Teivel would no doubt have found that just as annoying and wrong.
Nobody, not even Teivel himself, could win when it came to his sulky moods.
After a heavy sigh, he forced himself up into a sitting position, pulling his notebook onto his lap and opening it, fingers running over the pages he had already filled with his stupid writing, before settling on the first blank page he came to. Teivel stared down at it blankly, hoping that it would somehow magically manage to make words appear on it, lacking any inspiration to actually write but unable to shake the niggling feeling that he should. When the hotel outside his door suddenly exploded in noise and panic, it was almost a relief, something else he could focus on, a relief that rapidly spun into his own panic as it all sank in, fist hammering against his door. Teivel shrank back from all the noise from a moment before stumbling to his feet, notebook gripped firmly in his hands. Red guitar was swung quickly over his back before moving, struggling for a moment with the lock on his door, panic making it hard to do even the simplest of tasks.
Continued in: Hallways
Nobody, not even Teivel himself, could win when it came to his sulky moods.
After a heavy sigh, he forced himself up into a sitting position, pulling his notebook onto his lap and opening it, fingers running over the pages he had already filled with his stupid writing, before settling on the first blank page he came to. Teivel stared down at it blankly, hoping that it would somehow magically manage to make words appear on it, lacking any inspiration to actually write but unable to shake the niggling feeling that he should. When the hotel outside his door suddenly exploded in noise and panic, it was almost a relief, something else he could focus on, a relief that rapidly spun into his own panic as it all sank in, fist hammering against his door. Teivel shrank back from all the noise from a moment before stumbling to his feet, notebook gripped firmly in his hands. Red guitar was swung quickly over his back before moving, struggling for a moment with the lock on his door, panic making it hard to do even the simplest of tasks.
Continued in: Hallways