[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Moonlight Sonata (Open) - week 1, day 1
Jan 21, 2017 23:57:06 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 23:57:06 GMT -5
It was around the fifth time he had tried to cycle down to no avail that Mirage finally recognized his loosing battle for what it was and conceded to the fact he was not going to be getting any sleep that night.
He was not, by nature, a restless mech. While the war had certainly made a fine mess of the minds of the majority of his peers, Mirage prided himself on being more or less intact, psychologically speaking. His restlessness was not caused by nerves, or night-terrors, or guilt, or anything else a therapist might check off their long list of diagnostic criteria. No, the reason Mirage could not seem to sleep this night was far worse than all that, in his opinion. There was nothing anyone could do to relieve him of his affliction, nothing any therapist could say which would ease his heart and mind.
He was feeling nostalgic, which to Mirage was a most terrible thing indeed.
What an awful, absurd, completely useless feeling. He hated it. He loathed it with his entire being. Were it a person, he would plant a bullet between its eyes so that it could no longer plague him during those quiet, fragile moments when he allowed himself to think of what Once Was, and what Might Have Been.
Mirage simply could not stand to be in his own company when he was in this sort of mood. It was pathetic, wallowing in his own wistfulness, longing for a time and place that he could never return to. It was beneath his dignity. He simply did not do pity, whether it came from within or without. It was an affront to his pride either way, and though Mirage's ego was far from fragile, he refused to take any injury to it lying down.
Hence why he stopped lying down and instead went for a late-night stroll around the base. He would have preferred to go for a drive, but considering the late hour, he quickly dismissed the idea. There wasn't much hope of finding a partner to accompany him this late at night, and he wasn't about to go knocking on doors. He could think of no one who would appreciate being woken up just for a casual chat - well, except for Bluestreak perhaps, but Mirage really did not want to sign himself up for an all-nighter. He simply wished to clear his head a bit.
With this thought in mind, Mirage made his way to the rec-room. A little late-night news could be just the distraction he needed.
He was not, by nature, a restless mech. While the war had certainly made a fine mess of the minds of the majority of his peers, Mirage prided himself on being more or less intact, psychologically speaking. His restlessness was not caused by nerves, or night-terrors, or guilt, or anything else a therapist might check off their long list of diagnostic criteria. No, the reason Mirage could not seem to sleep this night was far worse than all that, in his opinion. There was nothing anyone could do to relieve him of his affliction, nothing any therapist could say which would ease his heart and mind.
He was feeling nostalgic, which to Mirage was a most terrible thing indeed.
What an awful, absurd, completely useless feeling. He hated it. He loathed it with his entire being. Were it a person, he would plant a bullet between its eyes so that it could no longer plague him during those quiet, fragile moments when he allowed himself to think of what Once Was, and what Might Have Been.
Mirage simply could not stand to be in his own company when he was in this sort of mood. It was pathetic, wallowing in his own wistfulness, longing for a time and place that he could never return to. It was beneath his dignity. He simply did not do pity, whether it came from within or without. It was an affront to his pride either way, and though Mirage's ego was far from fragile, he refused to take any injury to it lying down.
Hence why he stopped lying down and instead went for a late-night stroll around the base. He would have preferred to go for a drive, but considering the late hour, he quickly dismissed the idea. There wasn't much hope of finding a partner to accompany him this late at night, and he wasn't about to go knocking on doors. He could think of no one who would appreciate being woken up just for a casual chat - well, except for Bluestreak perhaps, but Mirage really did not want to sign himself up for an all-nighter. He simply wished to clear his head a bit.
With this thought in mind, Mirage made his way to the rec-room. A little late-night news could be just the distraction he needed.