Whoa, slow down, Maurice.

Title: Fortress Walls Summary: Walls…can make a man do a lot of things. Characters/Pairings:...

Tue, 21 May 2013 11:08:41 -0500

Title: Fortress Walls

Summary: Walls…can make a man do a lot of things.

Characters/Pairings: It’s Vaas. Being Vaas.

Warnings: Not sure if there’s much warning, besides Vaas’ outbursts throughout the short fic.

A/N: This is for my follower princessbritain, and her friend’s, Asylum AU for Farcy 3.

Disclaimer: I own none of this franchise.

Vaas tapped his foot impatiently on the floor, his arms folded. He’s chewing at his bottom lip, tasting how his mouth would go from dry to wet. He felt like his stomach was doing flips, only to tighten a moment later. This was all fucking stupid, so fucking stupid. He was staring at nothing, maybe the tiled wall or the cracks in the floor—either way, he was growing more and more angry, more…upset.

There was a buzzing in the air, and he glanced up for a split second. A fly was flying around without a care in the world, all around the hallway. He felt like throwing up again, his heart caught in his throat. The pounding of his heart was there, throbbing and filling his ears.

Deep breaths, Vaas.

That’s what he tries to remind himself, at least a tiny part of him is. It keeps saying how much of a bitch Citra is too though, so he’s not sure quite how reliable his thoughts are at the moment. He felt his chest tighten again, and he parted his lips. Then he swallowed, a shake of his head. Vaas was ready to break.

“C’mon!” He shouts suddenly, eyes flying open. He looked down one side of the hallway, and then other. But no one comes to see what the trouble is, or even look his way. It’s nothing. He is nothing. Citra was nothing too then, they all were. No one listens to his sort, no one cares for what he has to say.

Vaas knew he was not crazy. He was beyond…anything they cared for. He would never harm anyone, and they locked him away. They put him in a cage, and he was tied to it. Like a fucking pet, and he was no man’s pet. Not even Hoyt’s. Hoyt was a bitch anyway, but he was a nice bitch.

“FUCKING LISTEN TO ME!” His voice is booming. But he’s just an echo.

Fucking pathetic, they all are.

He looked away, staring at nothing again. His foot tapped even faster.

“So fucking stupid.” He sounded like a child, but his eyes were darkening. He was muttering under his breath, all sorts of things. His eyes blinking a few times, slowly then quickly. His arms were still folded, that could have been because of the straightjacket or the sedation they put in him—again, he’s not sure.

For a moment, he can hear his own breathing. It’s harsh, like pants from running too much. All he’s done is sit there, and cry, and shout. He can’t even feel his fingers anymore. His head tilted back, banging against the walls a few times, hard the last couple of them. He sighed softly, almost dreamily.

The storm was growing inside him, and it was thinking…how he should just snap off one of Earnhardt’s fingers. Maybe then they’d leave him alone, let him get some shut eye, hm? Maybe that’s what he needed to do. His nose made wrinkles when he frowned, staring at the clock on the wall next. Tick, tick. It was mocking him.

He shakes his head again, and looks at his feet, at the cracked tiles on the floor. His foot still tapping.

“Fucking stupid.” Vaas whispered to himself.

The person I needed to speak to was at lunch. I might have to call again.

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:55:42 -0500

The person I needed to speak to was at lunch. I might have to call again.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 10:52:02 -0500

pizza: rockandkrull: pizza: i don’t understand why parents say ‘i’m very disappointed in you’...

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:43:15 -0500

pizza:

rockandkrull:

pizza:

i don’t understand why parents say ‘i’m very disappointed in you’ like i don’t care i’m very disappointed that mcdonalds doesn’t deliver but u don’t hear me complaining about it

actually in new york they deliver so whats your excuse

i live in australia and im 103% sure they don’t deliver from new york to australia so whats YOUR excuse for leaving a shitty comment on my text post

dysenterygay: i asked my italian grandfather if the rough parts of italy were called the spaghetto...

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:43:02 -0500

dysenterygay:

i asked my italian grandfather if the rough parts of italy were called the spaghetto and look at me w/ so much shame

I’ve heard what your courtiers say and I’ve seen what you are....

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:42:53 -0500

I’ve heard what your courtiers say and I’ve seen what you are. You’re spoiled and vengeful and bloody. Your poetry is sour and your music is worse. You make love as you eat, with a good deal of noise and no subtlety. Yes, I’ve been told it’s not safe for any of us to say no to our king. That put on, kindly, hail-fellow-well-met of yours. My father’s house will be pulled down, and Northumberland’s too, they tell me. Well, pull them down, Your Majesty, you are what I said.

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I have no idea what I’m doing /i am just scared and touching my...

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:31:50 -0500

I have no idea what I’m doing /i am just scared and touching my doctor who posters

ohmytheon: pikalunna: My goal in life is to be this kind of...

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:29:17 -0500

ohmytheon:

pikalunna:

My goal in life is to be this kind of parent.

margaerynn: howdyspacebuddy: i just want that when it’s finally revealed that Hannibal has been...

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:29:00 -0500

margaerynn:

howdyspacebuddy:

i just want that when it’s finally revealed that Hannibal has been eating people everyone will freak out

and then one person will just be like

#i need lee pace to come on the show and be that person

I wonder what Lord Greyjoy does when he’s not being grumpy and alone on his isle. Things I...

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:23:02 -0500

I wonder what Lord Greyjoy does when he’s not being grumpy and alone on his isle. Things I ponder about from time to time.

We all know what Shelby wants. The D. … The 1D. … …and so do I.

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:22:16 -0500

We all know what Shelby wants.

The D.

…

The 1D.

…

…and so do I.

If I get through this phone call without crying afterwards, I’m going to give myself a high...

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:13:01 -0500

If I get through this phone call without crying afterwards, I’m going to give myself a high five and a well deserved pat on the back. Because I know I fucking deserve at least that /stubborn as hell and tired too

how am i meant to control my life i can’t even control my hair

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:12:52 -0500

how am i meant to control my life i can’t even control my hair

sfux: i feel like people who eat breakfast really have their lives together

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:12:42 -0500

sfux:

i feel like people who eat breakfast really have their lives together

ohmytheon: giveusthisdayourdailyflask: joanwatsonias: elementa...

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:10:46 -0500

ohmytheon:

giveusthisdayourdailyflask:

joanwatsonias:

elementarygifed:

“As if men had a monopoly on murder.”

#scenes that made me even gayer

#FOR REAL THOUGH #THE WAY SHE SPLAYS HER LEGS AND LEANS FORWARD WAS LIKE #I DUNNO PREDATORY GRACE OR SOME SHIT I CAN’T ARTICULATE #CHRIST

lushious: Living out my feminist utopia dreams through playing...

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:09:22 -0500

lushious:

Living out my feminist utopia dreams through playing Plague Inc.

ohmytheon: Yeah, I stabbed a man in the heart.

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:09:00 -0500

ohmytheon:

Yeah, I stabbed a man in the heart.

Oh gosh. I have to call the College. I keep putting it off. I don’t want to call but I know I...

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:06:35 -0500

Oh gosh. I have to call the College. I keep putting it off. I don’t want to call but I know I have to. My hands are shaking. I’m so nervous. I don’t wanna do this /i kind of want to cry