Throwing himself onto the bed once he was done, William felt himself relax, sighing with relief, as the tension slowly left his body, one high strung muscle at a time. It took a while for his whole body to become something akin to a boneless heap lying on top of his covers with no intention to move again any time soon, the tension in his shoulders and black clutching onto him like a dying beast, but happen it did. Right as he closed his eyes however, not intending to sleep yet, just to allow himself to relax his mind even further, emptying it in hopes that when the sleep did come, nightmares won't, his room-mate decided to speak up once again.
''I have no intentions of messing up my bad again after just having made it'', he said, his voice still not back to its normal dry tone, but still sounding much better than it had before, the last time William had spoken. ''Besides'', he added, frowning a bit, as he had not meant, for once, for that to sound as it did. ''I am not hungry any more.'' Looking at Tavish properly now as he had shifted his body to the side in order to be able to do so, despite the protest of every muscle and bone in his body, he wondered if those words as yet another insult directed at him.
It was only that thought, he told to himself, and the fact that he was more than done with fighting for the day, that prompted him to add, in an sort of awkward, as if he were uncertain about the words he was saying: ''Thank you, though. For offering'', he clarified, before settling onto the bed again.
He still felt awkward on the inside, off and off balance, and the tension which might have left his body physically could still be felt in the air between him and his spirits. He did not like the feeling, never had, but he knew from the few previous occasions that there was nothing to be done about it but wait for them to say they were okay as well. Until then...He did not know. He would sleep, despite having not been awake for the full twelve hours, but the fear of nightmares kept him awake. For now, he simply laid still, resting, but he knew that despite being tired, he would still grow restless soon once again. He did not know what he would so with himself, or, well, with anything else, then, but until he felt the need to get up again, he settled on staring at the floor. Maybe once he felt capable enough to get out of bed again he could take that offer Tavish had maid about food...
Some time later, after having laid completely still, almost as if asleep, William moved suddenly, his body changing positions so fast it almost seemed he had jumped upright. He could not stay still any longer, he concluded, the tension brimming under his skin again. Not with all the broken thoughts still flying around his head, waiting for the moment of silence in which they could attack and overwhelm him. Pulling up a chair to where the food was set, William grabbed at the now cold slice he had left unfinished before, despite not being hungry and all. The emptiness he felt had, after all, nothing to do with the body, but with the soul.
''I have no intentions of messing up my bad again after just having made it'', he said, his voice still not back to its normal dry tone, but still sounding much better than it had before, the last time William had spoken. ''Besides'', he added, frowning a bit, as he had not meant, for once, for that to sound as it did. ''I am not hungry any more.'' Looking at Tavish properly now as he had shifted his body to the side in order to be able to do so, despite the protest of every muscle and bone in his body, he wondered if those words as yet another insult directed at him.
It was only that thought, he told to himself, and the fact that he was more than done with fighting for the day, that prompted him to add, in an sort of awkward, as if he were uncertain about the words he was saying: ''Thank you, though. For offering'', he clarified, before settling onto the bed again.
He still felt awkward on the inside, off and off balance, and the tension which might have left his body physically could still be felt in the air between him and his spirits. He did not like the feeling, never had, but he knew from the few previous occasions that there was nothing to be done about it but wait for them to say they were okay as well. Until then...He did not know. He would sleep, despite having not been awake for the full twelve hours, but the fear of nightmares kept him awake. For now, he simply laid still, resting, but he knew that despite being tired, he would still grow restless soon once again. He did not know what he would so with himself, or, well, with anything else, then, but until he felt the need to get up again, he settled on staring at the floor. Maybe once he felt capable enough to get out of bed again he could take that offer Tavish had maid about food...
Some time later, after having laid completely still, almost as if asleep, William moved suddenly, his body changing positions so fast it almost seemed he had jumped upright. He could not stay still any longer, he concluded, the tension brimming under his skin again. Not with all the broken thoughts still flying around his head, waiting for the moment of silence in which they could attack and overwhelm him. Pulling up a chair to where the food was set, William grabbed at the now cold slice he had left unfinished before, despite not being hungry and all. The emptiness he felt had, after all, nothing to do with the body, but with the soul.
As I said, it's really not that long? In my opinion at least. xD It feels perfectly okay to me. Going back to food is perfectly natural reaction as a change of topic and this thread does after all have 'Takeout' in the tittle though we have admitedly moved pretty far away from that xD Anyhow, William apparently decided this would be a slow post. I tried to make something happen but he would not allow it xD
