Merkurii frowned, slightly, considering it, toying with a damp strand of his long forelock.
Pulling it straight out and watching it idly with his eyes as if gauging its outgrowth.
"I used to have a lot of nightmares."
His eyes traveled to the window and the cascading sheets of rain that bolted down the glass.
"Disjointed, unsettling. Not always outright terrifying, but constant. That was when I was younger. I would wake up in some state hotel in a cold sweat, rigid as marble. Some party wife pressed up against me like a flaming octopus, with light and feminine snores. Got to the point where I shook it off like water and went right back to sleep."
Barshai shrugged, switch the phone to his other shoulder.
"It was about two years after I met Major Isaev that he sent me to a specialist. A psychiatrist who sometimes works cases with the Ministry, I think. Apparently he didn't find my nightmares as pedantic as I did. The next day he sent me a piece of paper with a time on it. An appointment. He didn't tell me what I was going to, never addressed it with a single word. He just told me the car would pick me up once a week."
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Date: 2009-02-24 06:23 am (UTC)Pulling it straight out and watching it idly with his eyes as if gauging its outgrowth.
"I used to have a lot of nightmares."
His eyes traveled to the window and the cascading sheets of rain that bolted down the glass.
"Disjointed, unsettling. Not always outright terrifying, but constant. That was when I was younger. I would wake up in some state hotel in a cold sweat, rigid as marble. Some party wife pressed up against me like a flaming octopus, with light and feminine snores. Got to the point where I shook it off like water and went right back to sleep."
Barshai shrugged, switch the phone to his other shoulder.
"It was about two years after I met Major Isaev that he sent me to a specialist. A psychiatrist who sometimes works cases with the Ministry, I think. Apparently he didn't find my nightmares as pedantic as I did. The next day he sent me a piece of paper with a time on it. An appointment. He didn't tell me what I was going to, never addressed it with a single word. He just told me the car would pick me up once a week."