( generally speaking, parisa is uniquely equipped to deal with intrusive thoughts. they take forms like little goons in her head, and all she has to do is dawn a helmet and armor and slay them with an ludicrously large sword. lately, however, things have been different. twice now, she's given in to the urge — a simple one at first, raw chicken in the kitchen, bloody and dripping, fresh enough from the slaughter it still had that farm scent about it. it wasn't ideal, but she did it, and that's that. puked herself sore and sick immediately after, endless echoes of gore pouring from her mouth unequal to the small amount eaten, cramping her stomach, getting her sick on top of sick. it was awful, but she figured — she just won't do that strangely uncharacteristic thing again, and all will be well.
this time, a puffy breasted sparrow had the poor misfortune of landing on her window sill. she caught it by the tweeting neck and bit into its chest, stripping meat from bone, swallowing the tiny heart, the little liver, the fattiest parts of meat whole, sucked from the bones. she tossed the carcass out the window, before skirting into the bathroom to be sick, where she's been for the last several minutes. so now she's here, again, spewing blood, again, and — embry is here. lovely.
if she could somehow cover up her sick with coy nuance, she would, but there's nothing too subtle about throwing up viscera, nor the tears racing down her face from the pain of it, one bloody hand clamped around the rim of the toilet, the other fisting at her stomach, instinctively trying to press on the pain to dull it. he's sweet to help — not even parisa is rotten enough to not be grateful, spitting miserably in the bowl, reaching up blindly to pull the flush. if she doesn't flush in between fits, it'll fill up. big disaster. )
It's only — because I hate you so much.
( it's meant to be funny. parisa doesn't hate embry, much the opposite. she vomits again, wailing miserably, but finally feels some relief in the latest go around — finished? maybe? she slithers to the side of him, out of his grasp, curling up in a fetal position on the ground so she can rest her burning cheek on the cold tile near his knee. her hands are bloody so she doesn't reach for him, but with her black hair splayed in her face she looks up at embry, wet eyes a little amused before she shuts them, groaning. )
Why do you always see me at my worst? We should get new roommates. I'll take your boyfriend.
cw: animal death
this time, a puffy breasted sparrow had the poor misfortune of landing on her window sill. she caught it by the tweeting neck and bit into its chest, stripping meat from bone, swallowing the tiny heart, the little liver, the fattiest parts of meat whole, sucked from the bones. she tossed the carcass out the window, before skirting into the bathroom to be sick, where she's been for the last several minutes. so now she's here, again, spewing blood, again, and — embry is here. lovely.
if she could somehow cover up her sick with coy nuance, she would, but there's nothing too subtle about throwing up viscera, nor the tears racing down her face from the pain of it, one bloody hand clamped around the rim of the toilet, the other fisting at her stomach, instinctively trying to press on the pain to dull it. he's sweet to help — not even parisa is rotten enough to not be grateful, spitting miserably in the bowl, reaching up blindly to pull the flush. if she doesn't flush in between fits, it'll fill up. big disaster. )
It's only — because I hate you so much.
( it's meant to be funny. parisa doesn't hate embry, much the opposite. she vomits again, wailing miserably, but finally feels some relief in the latest go around — finished? maybe? she slithers to the side of him, out of his grasp, curling up in a fetal position on the ground so she can rest her burning cheek on the cold tile near his knee. her hands are bloody so she doesn't reach for him, but with her black hair splayed in her face she looks up at embry, wet eyes a little amused before she shuts them, groaning. )
Why do you always see me at my worst? We should get new roommates. I'll take your boyfriend.