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Re: Fill "Sandcastles" 7/7
(Anonymous) 2015-07-31 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)“How do you eat like anything at all?” he groans while burying his head in the couch. Or trying to for about a second before he bolts back again. He puts cleaning the couch somehow on his mental to-do list.
“I have trained myself to block a lot out while eating. It doesn’t work completely and I still get to know much more than I want to about the stuff I’m eating but it helps.”
“I’m sure at least one of the ingredients was off. Or perhaps Karen needs to keep her cupboards cleaner.”
“You tell her that.”
“I value my life too much for that.”
He’d almost added something like ‘Or well right now it’s sort of your life, really.’ But he can’t quite bring himself to joke about that already. Not to mention that right now could lead to questions about how long this is going to last. He isn’t deluding himself. The fact that he just worked with the assumption that this would be only temporary played a large part in keeping him sane so far but it’s not like he has any good reason to be certain about that. Sure Matt has mentioned that weird headache-spell which lasted for three days but this spell has clearly done a lot more than cause migraines so it could also last a lot longer (or well, forever). Body-swap comedies never end with the duo stuck in each other’s bodies forever but they could hardly be considered documentaries.
Fact is: Foggy really really does not want to start a conversation about this topic because even without hearing his heartbeat Matt would be able to tell that ‘I am totally fine and don’t mind if we’re stuck like this for a while’ was a lie.
And Matt is far too, well, Matt to wish all of this – his life – on anybody permanently but Foggy remembers how he sounded when he talked about not hearing everything all the time. If Matt now insisted that he would be fine if everything was back to normal again immediately Foggy would also be able to spot the lie.
So – yeah – really not a discussion he wants to have right now considering it wouldn’t lead anywhere.
“You are…thinking about something.” Matt observes though he almost sounds like he’s asking a question. It dawns on Foggy that he probably isn’t completely sure since he can’t be that great at reading facial expressions. He can’t help feeling at least a little relieved about that since he’s frequently been told that his thought and feelings show plainly on his face most of the time and he doesn’t want Matt to guess only parts of his thought-process. On the other hand Matt must have had similar thoughts so it's likely he guessed Foggy’s anyway.
He really needs to stop with all of this. It just makes his head hurt. So he changes the topic completely.
“We should go out for a bit.”
“What?” Matt is completely thrown off by that.
“Yeah, just a bit. Fresh air and all that.”
Yes. The famous fresh and unpolluted air of Hell’s Kitchen. People from everywhere come here just to experience it.
But what else was he supposed to say? ‘I won’t let you stare at my walls for God knows how long this is going to take?’ Not that Matt wouldn’t be able to guess his real reasoning.
Stop, he tells himself, not another round of he knows what I’m thinking and I know he knows. We established that this won’t get us anywhere.
“Are you sure you’re up for this, I mean…” Matt makes some vague gestures.
“You’ll need to help a bit but I can manage a short walk.”
He might have been a bit overconfident about his abilities. Being able to tell what’s around him while sitting still is one thing, doing the same when moving is entirely different. At first it feels like the picture of his surrounding is repainted completely with every step and that’s terrifying. He half-expects something to suddenly appear out of nothing. The fact that Matt is surprisingly (unsurprisingly?) bad at guiding doesn’t help either. It’s less gentle guiding and more roughly dragging him away from obstacles in the last moment.
Still they eventually manage to fall in some sort of rhythm and end up…somewhere. Foggy has no idea where because he was too busy to pay attention to where exactly they were going or just how long it took them to get here. They must be close to the Hudson because he can hear it clearly (and smell it as well which is…unpleasant) but that’s all he can tell. They sit down and Foggy lets his head rest on Matt’s shoulder. There is a comfort in physical contact he’s just not getting from the sound of a heartbeat or smells.
He has no idea how long they’re just sitting there, talking about nothing in particular but mostly in silence. It seems it wasn’t just the fact that he was too busy trying not to fall over things that messed with his time-perception but also the whole not being able to see the sun-thing. He’s heard about this but not grasped it until Matt asks if they should go back and he realizes that he has no idea if they’ve sat there for 30 minutes or 3 hours.
The way back is easier but not by much. When he sinks back on his couch he feels like he ran a marathon and not just taken a walk. He is not going to take another step outside for quite some time.
He considers telling Matt that he doesn’t mind if he goes out alone for a bit when he really would mind because the thought of being alone in his current state terrifies him. However Matt seems to have reached a stage where he can read Foggy’s thoughts on his face rather well. Or perhaps Matt just knows him.
“Thanks for…that. Probably not the most enjoyable experience for you.”
“I had better times.” Foggy admits.
“I don’t…I’m going to stay with you for…now matter long this takes. I don’t need to get out and do..." There's a short silence. Belatedly Foggy realizes that Matt must have shrugged or done a similar 'whatever'-gesture he missed because he was too exhausted to pay attention.
"It’s not so much about seeing anything concrete.”
He isn’t quite following. “But something…inconcrete?”
“I…you know…remember colors. The basic ones. I know what I have to imagine when somebody talks about yellow or green. But nuances…imagining a green and a darker green is…is a lot harder. But I don’t need to go anywhere to see that.”
There isn’t much to say after that so he just murmurs “Thanks.”
The spell doesn’t last forever. It doesn’t even last three days but barely one and a half. One and a half days in which neither of them sleeps much. But in the end both just collapse from exhaustion.
I have actually finished! I am really sorry that it took that long and I have now learned my lesson about planing both fics and my time-management better.
Foggy wakes up because he feels like he’s been thrown in cotton and because the world is silent again. He blinks a few times and the blurred shapes around him slowly take on form and he can make out his bedroom. His second hand wardrobe that doesn’t fit in the room, his lamp that really needs to be dusted. Who would have thought that he’d ever sigh in relief at the sight of his furniture.
Matt is lying next to him. He doesn’t move but his breathing is far too quick for a relaxed sleep. Foggy lies down again and drapes his arm around him. Matt huddles closer to him and his breathing is slowly relaxing again.
Re: Fill "Sandcastles" 7/7
(Anonymous) 2015-07-31 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill "Sandcastles" 7/7
(Anonymous) 2015-07-31 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill "Sandcastles" 7/7
(Anonymous) 2015-08-01 12:48 am (UTC)(link)Thanks so much for this fic. It's been great reading it.
Author!Anon
(Anonymous) 2015-08-01 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)