Epoch wrote:
Venus had fallen asleep in the arms of a man she despised. Not the first time, but then again, those other times weren't exactly on mutual terms. She had fallen asleep after he had gone to wash up or get something to eat or something, something dumb like that. These circumstances were forbidden, this was never supposed to happen, not in a thousand years. Her eyes slowly creaked their way open, a small amount of sunlight shining in from the window blinds, causing the dust to be illuminated in their dance around the room. Wait...this wasn't her bedroom. She quickly sat up, her eyes meeting the messy bedroom of Seb, her clothes lying on the ground. She gathered up the sheets around her, even though she knew she was still wearing her bra and underwear, and felt her brows furrow and eyes narrow in Seb's direction. His gaze was smug, his little smile irritating her beyond belief. "What the fuck is this, Seb, huh? This one of your sick fucking jokes?" she spat at him, her tone a little loud and her voice a little hoarse. She had a slight Italian accent, very small, but her culture was still there. Her long blonde hair was falling in messy bedheaded waves down her back and to her waist, her icy eyes filled with anger. He was sitting in a chair across from her, shirtless and proud, and however good he might have looked, god she couldn't stand the sight of him. "You're real funny, you know that?" she spat again, picking up her shirt and standing to cover her slender yet curvy body, which was covered in tiny silver marks from a past incident involving her foster parents. "Jesus Christ, you could've, you know, woken me up? No? That didn't sound logical to you?" she said, angrily tugging on her burgundy sweater from the night before.
Oliver awoke in the midst of some strange dream he couldn't make sense of and barely remembered, but even so, he couldn't muster a reaction or a thought to go along with it. He looked around his bleak room, all gray or other bland colors, all simple all organized. Ever since the overdose some time ago, he couldn't feel. He had no emotions, no reactions, no way of processing anything. A switch had flipped due to the trauma to his brain, and it left him with all of the memories but no capacity to know what they meant. He lived his life in his apartment with three other people he knew were his friends, went to work the job at the bookstore he knew he had, and did his daily tasks he knew had to be done, but what for? He lived with Seb, Venus, and Ava, three very different people, but all the lot of them apparently got on fine. Well, except for Venus and Seb, who he could hear arguing a door across from him, but they were...a strange relationship. Ava...well, Ava was his girlfriend. Ex girlfriend. They had been together for years, since long before the recent incident. When she learned of his lack of feelings and emotions, she left him, but still lived in the apartment. They just had separate rooms now. He took the guest room, which, logically, would account for why it was so clean. He sometimes had to retrieve some of his things from her room, but other than that, he was out of their. He new he'd loved her. He really knew he completely adored her, but...he didn't know how anymore. He walked out of his room after pulling on some pants to get some coffee, which he could smell brewing, meaning Ava was probably up. He could see the timidity in her eyes when she forced that small smile to him, and as he was pouring his coffee, he didn't exactly know how to respond to her discomfort. "Hello, Ava. Are you alright?" he forced out, almost mechanically. He sat at the table with his mug and took a slow sip, taking in the bitter black coffee with no more of a reason other than to try to learn.
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