breaking bad au where eddie sallow is dying from cancer and turns to drug dealing to pay for treatment, and has to convince his scary friend joseph to be protection, and convince his college classmate eve to make the damn stuff
It could not be held or touched, touch, it could be touched. It could be felt against a hand, his hand, the palm of it. It was there but he could not grab it. Fluid. It was fluid. The process returned a logical answer and was quickly confirmed. It surrounded him although he could not see it, the visual stimulation was not connected. His eyes were shut. Again, logical solution.
With the absence of fluid came another thing that could not be formed. Air. It brushed across his features and shoulders until he was eventually surrounded by it. With the absence of fluid came a change in the temperature around him. It was cooler than before by 10.8 degrees in Fahrenheit. He did not know how he knew this information. It was simply there; presented to him.
There was a material that clung around his waist and down his legs forming against the skin. Dampness. He could feel it’s heaviness the slight….unwanting stimuli that it produced. Discomfort. There was an urge to remove it, that urge prompted a twitch of his fingers. He wanted to reach, move and pull. Each thought producing a path around his system from his center to the appropriate limb. Although they did not act. He knew they could.
He wanted to move. His eyes snapped open to white.
First off- you are probably wondering ‘hey, why I am I being tagged in the blog of this person I don’t know?’ which is totally understandable. But let me explain.
Because of something silly going on in the tumblr system, this blog does not give notifications. None. Zippo. Zero. Nadda.
So in an attempt to get things moving here, I am tagging everyone I just followed in hopes you still want to rp with me. Hopefully we can work the kinks out later.
So if you’re tagged in this, I followed you sometime in the past few days! And if you look at my blog and go 'nah, that ain’t my cup of tea’ don’t worry about it, just ignore this! I’ll unfollow you in a month or so like nothing happened. Or I’ll just quietly appreciate you from afar. That is more likely.
Other then that, I love you, and happy roleplaying!