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There's never been an endeavour so strange as trying to still the blood in my veins...

Nov. 28th, 2009 | 07:41 am
music: Studying Stones - Ani DiFranco

For yetregressing, for the prompt Boy you best pray that I bleed real soon.

Claire wakes up to hear a high, soft whimper somewhere nearby. It takes her a second or two to realize that it's her, and when she does, she swallows hard, chokes it off. She holds her breath and waits for the silence to settle in around her again before she slides out of bed and begins to get dressed. She's getting uncomfortably used to this. It's been a week since Alpha appeared in the Dollhouse again, and she hasn't slept through a single night.

I am holding my breath, I am feigning my death when I'm looking in your direction...Collapse )

Muse: Claire Saunders
Word Count: 855

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To tell you the truth, I prefer the worst of you...

Oct. 30th, 2009 | 08:31 pm
music: Untouchable Face - Ani DiFranco

sunday_reveries: "Sometimes human places create inhuman monsters." - Stephen King (The Shining)

Claire wonders sometimes how long she can do this, how she can do this. She knows all the lines - we are helping people, giving them what they want, improving lives, saving lives - and recites them to herself when her faith starts to waver. Still, she knows that's all they are, pretty lies to reassure you, when you start to wonder about the lives you help destroy without batting an eye.

And fuck you, for existing in the first place...Collapse )

Muse: Dr. Claire Saunders
Word Count: 583

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So farewell to the old me...

Oct. 30th, 2009 | 08:24 pm
music: Farewell to the Old Me - Dar Williams

sunday_reveries: "It was the year of questions. It was the year of fog over the vineyard. The year you started falling. A damaged year." - Veronica Patterson

Claire doesn't go home, after it happens. She'd never have made the drive home anyway - the whole thing's a hazy mess of blood loss and narcotics and shock, and as she wanders to the small room next to her office where DeWitt's had a cot set up for her, she's not sure that's entirely faded. Everything feels distant and soft-edged - her own office, when she passes through it, seems like a part of someone else's life. It's only natural, she guesses, with this kind of trauma, but it's unsettling when all she wants is to be somewhere comfortable, and safe, and familiar.

Though I used to think that things were meant to be...Collapse )

Muse: Dr. Claire Saunders
Word Count: 548

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