after the trickster..

(OOC: i figurrd it would be nice to open a new topic after the task )

Jasmine woke up slowly, feeling a cold floor instead of warm arms. She pushed herself up. She opened her eyes slowly. Eric was still her roommate. She smiled, he was a nice guy. She liked him. He was calm somehow. She stood up from the floor. Once she stood she felt dizzy trying to keep her balans. She laid one hand on the wall. Leaning against it she closed her eyes afraid to faint again. must be the gas... she thought.

OOC ;D

Eric opened eyes, fixing the ceiling with a rather empty air. At least, the game was finished. With the luck he would even have no blood on hands. As to feel reassured, he raised his right hand towards the ceiling. He grimaced. Some blood had dry above. He had a growl. After the blood of Anya, that of a little girl. Tired, he put the arm on the eyes. Nothing mattered anymore henceforth. He sighed.
- I need a shower.

Getting up, Eric turned to the voice which he heard. Jasmine was near the wall. Eric looked at her, but she didn't seem to have realize that he had woken up. Slowly, he went to the bathroom, closing silently the door behind him.

She wasn't aware of eric once the door was closed. Her head was spinning, she thought that she could trust him. Trust poca, but she was wrong. Tears rolling down again. She sank down and hugged her knees. Hiding her face.

OOC: Shit, i feel bad now xD

(OOC: Aww don't do Dx)

OOC: But I do

(OOC: Aawww Well don't worry it is just jasmine feeling bad XD)

OOC: this is after the TTW with Poca, hope she will not hear that XD

Eric crossed the hand in his hair. Dirty of grime and sweat. He terribly needed a shower. Slowly, he got up, wondering vaguely if Pocahontas was going to hear the noise of the water. It seemed that he hasen't hear any noise of water since...
He fixed a running stitch he. It was not the moment to think 'bout that.
Going to the shower, he quickly removed his clothes, before opening the water jet. Warm. At least he hoped that it would be it. The water ran along the back, and Eric inspired profoundation. The water did good to him. As if it took him away - not enough in reality. He sighed before recovering. He had to remove the blood which he had on hands. In spite of him, he had a smile. Before becoming again grave.
Her blood.
He rubbed the hands the one against the other one, before crossing the nail under that of his thumb. Dried blood was there still. He rubbed, more aggressively suddenly. He would have wanted to tear away all the blood. He had to remove it. Erase it. Fast. Fast! His own blood began pouring, due to scratching, to rubbing, to assaulting the skin. But he did not realize it. He continued to rub, until drop finally on the ground. Sat under the water jet, Eric put suddenly the forehead against the knees. Some water flowed on the face. Tears and water. He did not pay any attention. He needed to cry a little. Throwing back the head, he let the water erase his face, again. Erase everything of him. Burn him, a little more. Tears. Still. Hair stuck to the skin. He opened eyes.
He missed her. He missed he sky. He missed her. He missed the freedom. He missed her. He missed Esmee. He missed her. He missed Helga.He missed her. He missed Poca. He missed her. He missed Miguel. But it was her who he missed the most.
Anya.
The hand skipped between his legs. Substitusion. She was so magnificent. So fragile and strong at the same time. He felt bad so much. His second passed in his hair, as she had took his when they had made love. As then, he made slow movements, then rapids, then slow, then fast. Just to remember how it was.
Her frowned eyebrows. Her sighs. Her glances. Her smile. Her body. Her shout.
Eric bit his lips. Never he would have believed that a means of replacement could be so poor compared with the reality. Before, her imagined girls without faces, without flavours, worthless. It was then worth it there, but there... It was so poor. It didn't prevent him from continuing.
Rearing little, Eric offered the neck to the water jet. Bites as kisses.
He congealed. Suddenly he felt... Not shameful, but ill-at-ease. He didn't raise eyes towards the camera, but without face to be looked, it was necessary to admit that the camera became more present. He closed eyes.
-Fuck...
Getting up, Eric washed himself, quickly. More blood henceforth. He sighed, shook his head to make spatter the water then put out the jet. Drying fast, he took his clothes. Jasmine had to wonder what he made. He inspired, a little. Before opening the door, he threw a glance to the camera.
Pervert...
The door opened.

As soon as the door opened She looked up ''Oh... Hi.'' She quikly wiped away her tears. ''You were gone for so long. It is that i did not hear you otherwise i would think you would have died.'' She smiled fast. trying to hide away what she tried to hise all the time. ''Are you allright?''

Leaning on the centring of the door, Eric stuck his hair behind. He fixed Jasmine, before sighing.
- Maybe as well as you.
He had a weak smile. Before recovering.
- But I didn't die, reassure you. It need more than that (He point his thumb towards one of the cameras) to kill me.

A headache, a view which becomes confused. Shit. The gas. Eric sighed, sitting down against the wall. Why fight? He sighed second time, before looking at Jasmine. He had a smile.
- Good luck.
The gas fills the room.