Post by South Korea on Aug 10, 2010 1:31:01 GMT -5
2010 Seoul -
The night air was disrupted by a horrified yelp as a figure shot bolt upright from it's bed. Yong Soo peered into the darkness, eyes wide as saucers, breathing in labored gasps, still lost in the throws of the nightmare. Long slender fingers dug into damp white bedsheets, his white tank top clung to his heaving chest, matted by sweat and heat. Yong Soo leaned forward, slowly regaining his bearings, the relief of waking to a familiar room starting to soothe and comfort.
He peered at the sheets that clung to his body, waiting for his heartbeat to steady, his breathing slowly returning to normal. His mind still somewhat frantic as it strained to remember what it was that caused him such distress. All he remembered was blood, thick and heavy that seemed to cling to his body to which he began to rub his arms reassuringly that it wasn't actually there. He also remembered the screams, that horrid screaming, fear and pain that wracked his brain like a hellish symphony, taunting him with all his evils.
He ran a hand back through his hair, soothing damp brown strands back from his brow, running his palms over his face, wiping away the sweat that had gathered there. That had been the third night now. Waking up in the middle of the night to those screams and blood. He didn't quite understand. Why now? He had already made peace with himself over past transgressions or at least he had thought. Was it that he feared facing his twin on the battle field once again? That was nonsense! He had become a strong, powerful and wealthy country! He had backing from some of the largest super powers of the world. Just what was wrong with him?!
He tossed the covers aside and got up from the bed, padding over to the large glass doors to a gracious balcony that overlooked Seoul. The familiar lights of the city cast him in a welcoming glow, causing his damp skin to glimmer with a gentle sheen. Yong Soo raised an arm and placed it on the glass, resting his brow on his arm. His dark brown eyes glittered with the reflection of the citylights below as he watched cars drive by, people on the streets passing by to whatever clubs or parties they fancied. Yong Soo had frequented among them, but as of late stayed home on his computer, watching reruns of several Dramas he still enjoyed.
It was nothing, nightmares were normal, nothing for him to get so worked up over. He had been stressed from work and the press and it was affecting his state of mind, that was all. He had worked so hard, made friends of past enemies, established solid alliances and treaties.
But it wasn't enough. It never was.
Yong pushed back away from the door and crossed over to his desk, plopping himself down in front of his laptop. He began to check his email, most were related to work, which he skimmed, but couldn't get himself to concentrate on a particular one, instead deciding to deal with it tomorrow. He leaned back in the chair, eyes transfixed on the screen. He really needed to figure out what approach to take. His twin had been silent, even in the news, and he knew soon enough he would be called upon to figure out what was going on over there. He didn't mind all that, to him it was necessary, but he wondered how to go about things if there was to be a war. Yong Soo found himself peering at the "family photo" on his desk. Staring at his twin staring back at him.
Without realizing it at first, Yong Soo began to fiddle with a strand of his hair, lost in thought. Finally something occured to him. "Heh...looks like I need to grow it out a bit" he smiles faintly as he relaxed once again in his chair. If there was to be a war, then there would be a war, and Yong Soo would be ready.
OOC: (Just a bit of solo drabble to keep my skills honed XD)
The night air was disrupted by a horrified yelp as a figure shot bolt upright from it's bed. Yong Soo peered into the darkness, eyes wide as saucers, breathing in labored gasps, still lost in the throws of the nightmare. Long slender fingers dug into damp white bedsheets, his white tank top clung to his heaving chest, matted by sweat and heat. Yong Soo leaned forward, slowly regaining his bearings, the relief of waking to a familiar room starting to soothe and comfort.
He peered at the sheets that clung to his body, waiting for his heartbeat to steady, his breathing slowly returning to normal. His mind still somewhat frantic as it strained to remember what it was that caused him such distress. All he remembered was blood, thick and heavy that seemed to cling to his body to which he began to rub his arms reassuringly that it wasn't actually there. He also remembered the screams, that horrid screaming, fear and pain that wracked his brain like a hellish symphony, taunting him with all his evils.
He ran a hand back through his hair, soothing damp brown strands back from his brow, running his palms over his face, wiping away the sweat that had gathered there. That had been the third night now. Waking up in the middle of the night to those screams and blood. He didn't quite understand. Why now? He had already made peace with himself over past transgressions or at least he had thought. Was it that he feared facing his twin on the battle field once again? That was nonsense! He had become a strong, powerful and wealthy country! He had backing from some of the largest super powers of the world. Just what was wrong with him?!
He tossed the covers aside and got up from the bed, padding over to the large glass doors to a gracious balcony that overlooked Seoul. The familiar lights of the city cast him in a welcoming glow, causing his damp skin to glimmer with a gentle sheen. Yong Soo raised an arm and placed it on the glass, resting his brow on his arm. His dark brown eyes glittered with the reflection of the citylights below as he watched cars drive by, people on the streets passing by to whatever clubs or parties they fancied. Yong Soo had frequented among them, but as of late stayed home on his computer, watching reruns of several Dramas he still enjoyed.
It was nothing, nightmares were normal, nothing for him to get so worked up over. He had been stressed from work and the press and it was affecting his state of mind, that was all. He had worked so hard, made friends of past enemies, established solid alliances and treaties.
But it wasn't enough. It never was.
Yong pushed back away from the door and crossed over to his desk, plopping himself down in front of his laptop. He began to check his email, most were related to work, which he skimmed, but couldn't get himself to concentrate on a particular one, instead deciding to deal with it tomorrow. He leaned back in the chair, eyes transfixed on the screen. He really needed to figure out what approach to take. His twin had been silent, even in the news, and he knew soon enough he would be called upon to figure out what was going on over there. He didn't mind all that, to him it was necessary, but he wondered how to go about things if there was to be a war. Yong Soo found himself peering at the "family photo" on his desk. Staring at his twin staring back at him.
Without realizing it at first, Yong Soo began to fiddle with a strand of his hair, lost in thought. Finally something occured to him. "Heh...looks like I need to grow it out a bit" he smiles faintly as he relaxed once again in his chair. If there was to be a war, then there would be a war, and Yong Soo would be ready.
OOC: (Just a bit of solo drabble to keep my skills honed XD)