Voices in your head (Tag: Willow)

[Vian Vega Aves]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #ab0125 10px solid; border-right: #ab0125 10px solid; border-top: #ab0125 10px solid; border-bottom: #ab0125 10px solid; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] heaven ablaze in our eyes we’re standing still in time the blood on our hands is wine we There were bugs crawling up underneath Vian Vega Aves' skin, and he sure as hell didn't like the feeling. Jessie - his handy guard who followed him around everywhere - was in fact aware that Vega felt the creepy crawlies dancing underneath his skin, burrowing even deeper and deeper into his muscles, making his fingers twitch involuntarily and claw a bit at the skin that harbored the nests of the insects of what made his flesh crawl. He could see his skin morphing, moving up and down as the bugs danced away in his body, making home to whatever new parasite decided to leave there. It was his brother’s fault, and Volya knew it down to the bone. Vega clawed at his arm a bit, digging his fingernails deep into the flesh to claw out the alive species that decided to take refuge in his arms. He hears Jessie say something, but he ignored it, glaring at the space in front of him, “Volya! Stop! STOP! I’m sorry, okay! Just… just… make them stop!” he was hallucinating again, talking to his late identical twin brother who perished three and a half years ago, the reason why Vian Vega was locked up in Lucid Manor. The plane crash still haunted the twenty one year old mental patient, and for some reason, he could never shake it. The hallucination of Volya said something cocky, which got Vian frustrated, digging his fingers deeper into his skin, now drawing blood. Jessie grabbed him and pulled his arm away, telling the spaced out young man something as he pulled out a roll of white bandage and quickly cleaned up the bloody arm. Vian had a knack for constantly hurting himself with his fingers and anything else that he could get a hold of, which was why the guards stationed with him were forced to carry around a medical kit just in case things like this happened. Jessie caught the look in the poor boy’s eyes as he seemed momentarily freaked out by what he saw in the background – for just a moment, Jessie figured it was nothing, but what Vian saw was aliens. And they weren’t the normal green, I come in peace aliens – oh no. These aliens were dark, twisted with eight or nine limbs and two heads with big, beady black eyes. They were a deep red colour, the colour of blood, and long tendrils ran out of their “hands”, engulfing his brother, pulling him away. Bizarre Delusions. It made his blood run cold and a shudder run down his spine, “GIVE MY BROTHER BACK!” he yelled, making Jessie flinch as he watched the high profile mental patient seemingly yell at the air. offer as sacrifice come on and show them your love rip out the wings of a butterfly tag: willow esquire words: 445 lyrics: Wings of a Butterfly - HIM

[Willow Joanne Esquire]

...That's why, it's like that. You won't convince me otherwise.....Is she still there?
He.... and yes. Over there to your left, ten steps back... I think...
One of them is always there, now days... arent' they? Won't ever leave us be, will they?..... I don't blame them. But it's still rather anoying... I mean... all the time someone there! Talk about no provicy!
You know you're the one that brought it upon yourself...
Shut up. I know. No need to remind me every day though... Geez! I get it, no need to rub it in...
Not how the things around here work.. you know that. Nothing here ever seems to work properly, infact.. if you think about it... Or is that just me?
Just you. No... you're right... granted... nothing ever works properly. No surprise there. I'm just worried about my Knights.... I... really hope that they are alright... though... I probably should... stay away from them... You keep away too! It's... probably for the best. They'll just end up hurt... What's that?!
I don't know... carefull Willow! What ever it is.. it doesn't sound happy....

The sisters were talking as they moved slowly down the hall. Willow with her hand running along the wall of the hallway, and Lily near by. This time around, their quiet pair was joined by the nurse that seemed to escort Willow everywhere she whent these days. She even joked a couple of times, that she's half a step away from moving up the chain. After all... she was under watch most of the time now. Lily giggled that this is how people lost their mind. Oh, the irony of that.... Lily got smaked.

Their peacefull stroll, was interupted by the screams echoing from somewhere down teh hall. They were not happy screams either.... Seemed like someone' brother was being attacked....The nurse, uppon hearing commotion, bolted down teh hall toward it to help, out should it be. Smart thing of her to do... granted, not that Willow complained. It was nice to have the constant feeling on the back of your neck that you are watched to go away. Giving eachother's hands a quick squeeze, both Willow and Lily headed down the hall toward the noice.

Lately Willow seemed to keep herself secluded from nearly everyone save Lily, though even at that, she would at times try to keep herself away from her Twin too... and perhaps amounts of times she found herself actually going toward the fight or conflict... seemed to increase significantly too. Sure, she still would have her typical fit, upon entering the fight..but that seemed to go down, replaced by.... it was hard to say what it was replaced by. More of a stupor then anything. Needless to say, Lily was worried.

(Sorry, it seems a bit random... but Willow's mind getting like that)

[Vian Vega Aves]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #ab0125 10px solid; border-right: #ab0125 10px solid; border-top: #ab0125 10px solid; border-bottom: #ab0125 10px solid; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] heaven ablaze in our eyes we’re standing still in time the blood on our hands is wine we Those fucking aliens! Vian Vega’s face paled, his skin got cold, and he pressed his back against the wall as his delusions spun out of control in front of his face. There was one alien who stood a great distance down the hallway, dragging along Volya, who looked knocked out and completely defenseless. Vian tensed, his eyes watching this scene before dancing to what seemed to be “in front” of him, which to him, was the “leader” alien, who was off talking in gibberish about his brother. He growled in his throat, and Jessie quirked an eyebrow, just shaking his head as he stepped back, watching as Vian slipped down the wall to sit, shaking, pulling at his hair, his eyes bugged out as he listened to whatever the alien was trying to prove. He didn’t hear the footsteps approaching towards them – two pairs – until he seemingly snapped out of it, pulling his legs up to his chest and resting his head down, almost laying his head there for a long moment as everything seemed to swirl back into the correct place at him. He mumbled something under his breath and looked up, blinking at the blank wall across from him before looking down one way of the hallway – where his brother would’ve been – and then down the other way, watching two women approach towards him. He blinked as he felt Jessie’s hand on his head and he looked up at his guard, who gave him a reassuring smile, “Everything gone now, Vian?” he asked, and Vian nodded dumbly. Jessie was only a few years older than Vega himself was, with bright platinum blond hair and bright hazel eyes. He gave a soft smile at Vian as he helped the slightly younger tattooed male up to his feet. He glanced over Vian’s shoulder at the nurse and the other patient, “We have company. You might as well apologize, Vian,” Jessie nudged Vian in the side, which made the twenty one year old blink, finally looking up from the floor at the medium profile and the nurse accompanying her. He was quiet for a minute, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to have one of my freak outs,” he stated, really meaning it. Usually they weren’t public, but sometimes it just couldn’t happen. He could feel the blood seeping through the bandage Jessie had applied earlier, he wanted to pull it off, but he knew he’d simply get into trouble if he did that. He swayed, his mind wandering a little as his eyes danced across the hallway, his brother returning, a bright smile across his face, “Glad you’re back,” he mumbled to himself, eyes twinkling as Volya snickered and said something completely unrelated to the topic, but he felt better, and that was all that mattered. And plus, you know, least he was in a good mood. offer as sacrifice come on and show them your love rip out the wings of a butterfly tag: willow words: 467 lyrics: Wings of a Butterfly - HIM

[Willow Joanne Esquire]

Willow could hear the Nurse's steps briskly moving away from her. Somehow, she was always more comfortable when the nurses whent away. No doubt teh concequences of being stuck with the Evil nurse more then once. To this day she still could not get rid of that evil witch. By this point in time, it seemed as she was stuck with that woman till the day she got out. A pleasant thought. But that damned woman was not anywhere near her, and thus, thinking of her was an honor she did not earn. Focusing back at the situation at hand, Willow felt Lily's hand on her shoulder, in a comforting grip, as they progressed down the hall toward the screams.

"Is everything alright?" The nurse asked the guard stoping near by, surveying the scene with the young man curled up by the wall, and the blind girl aproaching slowly. All seeme to be in order, but it was always better to make sure, especially here.

Meinwhile, Willow stopped but a few steps away, listening to what was going on around her, as she rested against the wall. She seemed to be tired and work, but that seemed to be a constant state for her in teh recent days. She tried to shake it off, but it was hard. Much like she tried to shake the constant paranoia off, and the constant dred, reminding herself that she can not allow herself to slip again. Though, truth be told, she could barely bring herself up to even get out of bed, far too often at morning. Lily has been urging her to talk to the therapist, though Willow was heasitant. Choosing to instead opt for an aimless stroll though the Manor, never staying in one place too long, as it increased her chances of running into one of her Knights, or someone else she knew... they would ask questions... she did not want to answer.

I think he's talking to you dear... Lily pointed out about the apology.
Oh... Um... it's alright...we... we all get them once in a while... Willow smiled softly, albeit somewhat akwardly, her skin slightly pale. She found it strange, how she now had to forcehersel to be pleasant, a quiality that would come naturally to her before. Are you alright now? Will everything be ok? Her voice picking up quiet tones of nerveousness and anxiety. Though here was the quality she could not change. Asking and worrying about everyone, making sure no one was hurt, no one was suffering. Survivor's guilt or teh PTSD... something she could not help. Somehow, every time she heard screams, cussing, any signs of distress, she'd go to it... Before her eyes the images of the carnival rising up. They seemed to be invading her life far too much lately, as her sleepwalking increased to hte point where she had to be restrained for the night, or giving a special sedative. Depending if hte Evil Nurse was on. That was not something she enjoyed emencely.

[Vian Vega Aves]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #ab0125 10px solid; border-right: #ab0125 10px solid; border-top: #ab0125 10px solid; border-bottom: #ab0125 10px solid; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] heaven ablaze in our eyes we’re standing still in time the blood on our hands is wine we A deep breath flowed through Vian’s lungs: in through his nose, out through his mouth. It was a calming technique that not only the therapists used, but his mother had used back in the day, before he came to Lucid Manor, and before his brother died. It was a technique that calmed him down without him really realizing it, and as he breathed deeply for a third time, his eyes closed as he leaned against the wall, almost as if something was overtaking his body and he just relaxed into it, allowing it to happen. He could feel the nurse and Jessie’s eyes on him, and he could faintly hear the breathing of the other patient, who seemed like she was concerned for him. He pushed the thoughts that were in his mind out, letting himself relax before the girl broke the silence, allowing the words she spoke to drawl off, as if she wasn’t certain that she was saying was true. He opened his light brown eyes and took a look at her, quiet, just staring for a long moment before his shoulders tensed up and he shrugged, “It’s fine. It happens to me more often than not, and honestly, I don’t care what people think of me. It’s my way of relieving myself of all the nasty thoughts that run through my head. If people have problems with that, then they can honestly laugh all they want. It’s not a bother to me, because I know exactly what’s wrong and I want to fix it.” He listened as she asked if he was okay and if everything will be okay. He nodded, glancing over to Jessie who covered his eyes, and he blinked, turning to study the girl in front of him, curious now, “I’ll be fine. Sometimes they just happen. Volya usually makes them happen, and he’s such an ass,” he drawled on, giving just a bit of an upbeat feeling to his voice, grinning widely at the thought, “And yet, sometimes it’s not even Volya who makes me go crazy. I wouldn’t worry about it too much, though. I’m Vian Vega, by the way… Vian works, though. I don’t know why I introduce myself with my middle name too, I guess it just rolls off the tongue…” now he really was just rambling on about nothing. offer as sacrifice come on and show them your love rip out the wings of a butterfly tag: Willow words: 384 lyrics: Wings of a Butterfly - HIM