Toki never said a word during his sessions with Dr. Twinkletits. He didn't need to.
His vocabulary consisted of choking sobs, keening wails, anguished howls that would have had Nathan clamoring for their usage on the next album, and soul-rending screams that left Toki utterly exhausted - thank the gods the office was soundproofed!
Sometimes, Toki would cry himself out and wind up falling asleep on Twinkletits' couch, leaving John to idly wonder just what demons still haunted him, stroking his back and hair absentmindedly with cold steel fingers while the Norwegian rhythm guitarist twitched and thrashed in fitful slumber.
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- FeralToki
- This will be my fic-dump blog, away from the hordes of kiddies and snarkweasels on the LJ. Drabbles, ideas, and half-written shit, all will eventually wind up here.
2 comments:
Aww, Toki. You write so wonderfully, lady. I love the things you're capable of doing with so few words.
If he only could just cry out all the hurt inside of him..... ::sniiffle::
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