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Kurt Hummel ([personal profile] showbizpanache) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull_logs 2012-10-18 03:48 am (UTC)

"Whenever you're done," said Kurt. He moved his dishes to the counter and left them there, then moved into the bedroom. Once inside he drew the shades and curled up on the bed, willing his stomach to stop churning.

He thought about the last few days. It was strange, the way his pain had changed-- It had been so acute, so powerful and crippling, and then it had found itself buried under thick layers created by all his time spent in the Port. It didn't seem to matter, not after Yaha, the Shadow, Blaine's addiction, the Hunt-- It was this insignificant, petty little thing, and Kurt was more angry at Blaine for acknowledging it at all than the fact that he'd done it.

Back home, they'd been children. Even on his own, living in New York with a promising career ahead of him--he was still more a child than he could ever hope to be in the Port. This place had aged his soul, and now nothing else seemed to scare or hurt him anymore.

That was probably the worst thing about all of this.

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