Post by Uriah on Dec 1, 2008 15:54:29 GMT -7
He stood there, outside on the back porch of the his condo, looking up at the night sky. It was nice to live somewhere close enough to the city but not close enough to where the fumes painted over the stars. Bringing his glass of whiskey to his lips, he took a nice mouthful of it into his mouth. He held it there for a moment, swishing it around back and forth to get his mouth familiar with the taste once more. It had been a while since he drank the amber looking liquid. He swallowed and coughed a bit at the burning sensation in his throat. Been a long while since he drank liquor of any sort.
He had softened up, he was afraid. Not like he had to state the known fact. It was evident to him. And most likely evident to others. Uriah had softened up. It was distasteful to think on such a subject. He never saw himself as a soft vampire. Maybe too trusting. Maybe he was nicer than most. Or not as nice as others. But he didn't see himself as soft. Well, he was emotional. And he did go a bit crazy when certain things in his life just didn't add up anymore.
But soft was not something he wanted to be.
Looking down at his glass, he swirled the liquid around before he took another drink of it. Soon his lips were met with the butt of his cigarette, and he took a drag from that. Someone had told him he needed to go back to the way he was before. He had changed because he had thought it was best for him to do so. But it wasn't working for him. Not anymore. His demeanor was different. He was letting things get to him more. His mask was falling apart more and more as days went by. He couldn't even hold a smile unless it was genuine one.
He grew tired of standing so he moved his form towards the lawn chair and sat down in it. It was the only thing that furnished his back porch, other than Balto's food and water bowl. His puppy was growing and growing quite well. The husky was and still was bringing some joy to his unlife. Probably more than most of the things that he preoccupied his time with. He spent more time with the Husky than he did his husband.
It was a depressing thought. More time with his dog than his husband. He didn't like to think it was possible but here it was in front of him. Possible. Happening right before his eyes. Happening to him.
Uriah cursed under his breath and tipped the glass over, pouring out the whiskey. He had lost his taste for it right then and there. He put his cigarette out soon after, leaning into the chair's hold. His body shivered against the plastic texture against his bare back.
He sought advice after advice at what to do with the current situation between him and his husband. Some told him to take to the other. But how was he suppose to talk to him when he wasn't around? His husband was like Casper. Showing up when he wants to, just to say a few words. And then disappearing not even ten minutes after. Hell, Casper would make a better husband than his own.
He rubbed his neck a bit. Maybe he was being too harsh about it. But he felt like a caged bird. His husband had caught him and rescued him from a bad place. Made him his own. Let him fly around freely until the cage was delivered. And into the cage, Uriah had gone. He hadn't expected to be locked up and neglected. He was only taken out when Gabe decided to show up. Then he was met with the usual, I love yous, I miss yous, I'm sorrys. The vampire was just fed up.
He was starting to hate him. He was hating where he was at in his unlike. Miserable. Unable to figure out what he really wanted out of it. Maybe he needed a change. A change would do him some good. Maybe a new home. Maybe he needed to move. He would have to discuss it with his Roomie, who for a while had been MIA due to the fact she had been dating someone. But now she was back. Maybe an apartment in the city would be nice. More exciting. He wanted some excitement.
Change would do him some good. He needed to be refreshed. He didn't want to be miserable anymore. He didn't want to be idle in the city anymore. He didn't know what he was going to do. He had talked about starting a Soap Opera channel for the city. Sure. It would probably be dumb but it would give him something to do.
It was something.
He stared at the night sky, sighing softly. But first comes first, before things start getting better for him, he had to get out of the cage.
He had softened up, he was afraid. Not like he had to state the known fact. It was evident to him. And most likely evident to others. Uriah had softened up. It was distasteful to think on such a subject. He never saw himself as a soft vampire. Maybe too trusting. Maybe he was nicer than most. Or not as nice as others. But he didn't see himself as soft. Well, he was emotional. And he did go a bit crazy when certain things in his life just didn't add up anymore.
But soft was not something he wanted to be.
Looking down at his glass, he swirled the liquid around before he took another drink of it. Soon his lips were met with the butt of his cigarette, and he took a drag from that. Someone had told him he needed to go back to the way he was before. He had changed because he had thought it was best for him to do so. But it wasn't working for him. Not anymore. His demeanor was different. He was letting things get to him more. His mask was falling apart more and more as days went by. He couldn't even hold a smile unless it was genuine one.
He grew tired of standing so he moved his form towards the lawn chair and sat down in it. It was the only thing that furnished his back porch, other than Balto's food and water bowl. His puppy was growing and growing quite well. The husky was and still was bringing some joy to his unlife. Probably more than most of the things that he preoccupied his time with. He spent more time with the Husky than he did his husband.
It was a depressing thought. More time with his dog than his husband. He didn't like to think it was possible but here it was in front of him. Possible. Happening right before his eyes. Happening to him.
Uriah cursed under his breath and tipped the glass over, pouring out the whiskey. He had lost his taste for it right then and there. He put his cigarette out soon after, leaning into the chair's hold. His body shivered against the plastic texture against his bare back.
He sought advice after advice at what to do with the current situation between him and his husband. Some told him to take to the other. But how was he suppose to talk to him when he wasn't around? His husband was like Casper. Showing up when he wants to, just to say a few words. And then disappearing not even ten minutes after. Hell, Casper would make a better husband than his own.
He rubbed his neck a bit. Maybe he was being too harsh about it. But he felt like a caged bird. His husband had caught him and rescued him from a bad place. Made him his own. Let him fly around freely until the cage was delivered. And into the cage, Uriah had gone. He hadn't expected to be locked up and neglected. He was only taken out when Gabe decided to show up. Then he was met with the usual, I love yous, I miss yous, I'm sorrys. The vampire was just fed up.
He was starting to hate him. He was hating where he was at in his unlike. Miserable. Unable to figure out what he really wanted out of it. Maybe he needed a change. A change would do him some good. Maybe a new home. Maybe he needed to move. He would have to discuss it with his Roomie, who for a while had been MIA due to the fact she had been dating someone. But now she was back. Maybe an apartment in the city would be nice. More exciting. He wanted some excitement.
Change would do him some good. He needed to be refreshed. He didn't want to be miserable anymore. He didn't want to be idle in the city anymore. He didn't know what he was going to do. He had talked about starting a Soap Opera channel for the city. Sure. It would probably be dumb but it would give him something to do.
It was something.
He stared at the night sky, sighing softly. But first comes first, before things start getting better for him, he had to get out of the cage.