Realistic or Modern imaginary friend x creator

[hikelli]

The stiff cream-colored blinds gently ticked against the window sill as the early morning breeze crept into the quiet bedroom. The calm crisp morning was slowly beginning to give way to bustling sounds of traffic creeping through the chilly hillside as the sunlight trickled in through the cracks between the plastic slats.

"Good morning." Two pert lips only just parted, barely moved to allow the breath of a whisper, with no true intentions of being heard, to slip through.

It was the very moment it could be called morning as he sat there, frosted blue eyes focused intently on the unconscious lump buried in blankets and throws on the bed in front of him. When the other did try to sleep, Kazz could use only envy to cloud the feeling of disappointment at having to wait in, what he felt to be, unnecessary silence until the sun would rise up to daylight.

Long legs were scrunched and hugged tightly to a thin torso as Kazz watched the other sleep. Impatiently he twiddled lithe fingers against the base of the chair he was sitting on, planted firmly with intention, directly in front of the bed. The sun had now brightened the bedroom to a subtle glow where it was easy to see all of the clutter now. Kazz found it cozy. White blond hair became illuminated by the rays through the window, and large, deep-violet cat ears twitched at the sudden feeling of warmth.

"Good morning..." He whispered again, leaning forward just a bit toward the lump on the mattress in front of him. A long, slender, violet tail swayed impatiently behind Kazz. Biting down on his bottom lip through a sharp inhale, he simply couldn't stand it any longer. The panicked feeling was swelling up inside of his chest, spidering out into his legs and arms and fingers. His tail thumped against the back of the old wooden chair he'd dragged across the room to wait in for the last few hours where interrupting sleep was unacceptable.

All at once Kazz became overwhelmed by the suffocated feeling of being ignored, leaping out of the chair and springing on top of the lump deep within the blanket cocoon on the bed.

"Good morning!" He sang, wriggling his way beneath the comforter and demanding to be acknowledged.

ooc; left this pretty open-ended for the other person to jump in. My thoughts and hopes for this were imaginary friend x other could be taken to a darker place. A clingy, unhealthy relationship, mental illness explored. I would like for other character to be introduced as necessary. Definitely up for any ideas you may have. This could be a fun one.

 

[TheBrontide]

He had never quite come to terms with everything that had happened growing up. His world had been an incredible mess, but he very distinctly remembered thinking that things would be easier if he had better connections, better friends, and more people who could actually help him heal. Creating Kazz had been a coping mechanism, though he really had no explanation for two things that remained.

The first was that he had no solid idea of why Kazz was still around. He assumed he had gotten over his trauma, but he clearly had not. He could still see, hear, and feel Kazz, even though no one else could.

The second was his lack of understanding for how to actually deal with explaining any more of his ideal "rules" to Kazz.

Disgruntled, Sam woke up to Kazz wiggling into his bed, once again. He sat up, rubbing his eyes with his fists and blinking a few times before he looked over at his clock. His alarm hadn't even gone off yet. Even on weekends, Sam set alarms so he could keep things consistent.

"If you could actually let me wake up with my alarm for once, that'd be great." He muttered, stretching his arms over his head.

 

[hikelli]

"You slept for too many hours." Kazz pouted, throwing the comforter off of himself and, in turn, Sam. "I was quiet all night..." He smiled proudly, nuzzling himself against Sam slightly before sitting up properly and beginning to bounce slightly on the mattress next to him. "It seemed like you slept well, did you sleep well?" He asked curiously, the dull hum of the world awakening outside not nearly enough to distract Kazz from the threatening quiet of the house.

When Sam was younger, the days of anxiously waiting in a silent and dark bedroom were few and far between. Kazz would have nearly constant stimulation before sleep had become such a necessary and critical part of Sam's 'functioning'. Kazz didn't care to understand the nonsensical reasoning behind why he found the need to lay there, for so long, with his eyes closed and his mind shut off like that. It was truly and painful existence to go unacknowledged like that, all of those drawn out moments strung together. Hot pins and needles would build and build within his chest until the moment when Kazz could feel Sam's consciousness slowly rising forward as the depth of his deep sleep became a shallow slumber, and he could coax the other awake with his cues.

The anxiousness had gotten worse for Kazz lately. The bond between the two of them had been fading for a while, and with all the hours of time alone with his own desperation, Kazz had begun to form a plan.

 

[TheBrontide]

Sam preferred sleep more and more as he got older. When he was younger, sleep came in weird bouts. Bouts that were frequently interrupted by either yelling and screaming, or legitimate, soul-scorching nightmares that kept him awake from sunset until sunrise. As he got older, and he was out of the nightmarish house he grew up in, he was able to actually sleep. Sleep was a way where he could turn off his brain, especially since the medicine his doctors had given him had helped suppress the nightmares...to a degree.

He forced himself off the bed once Kazz started bouncing on it. If only Kazz was capable of sleeping. Everything would be so much easier if they were both asleep and no one was waking anyone up before they were ready.

"Yeah, yeah, I slept fine. I'm gonna go get breakfast." He said, walking down the small hallway of his apartment to his kitchen, pouring himself a bowl of cereal and then sitting himself down on the couch. The couch itself wasn't anything fancy. It was a simple futon that he'd gotten from a garage sale when he moved in to the small apartment. It wasn't a horrible apartment; it was in a decent neighborhood, the rent was reasonable, and there was room for two people. Not that it really mattered, since no one else would ever know Kazz was there.