Moving as if he wasn’t quite sure if he was awake or not, as if his grasp of certain fundamental principles of the universe had just taken a pretty hefty thumping- which was pretty much the case- Garret wandered through into the stockroom. Wheatley trailed unwillingly in behind him, ducking the doorframe with millimeters to spare,
Dave thumped dazedly into the cushions, staring at the fuzz of the living room’s flat-screen like a wheel-carving Stone Age genius suddenly handed the blueprints of a Jaguar XKR.
most of its vital machinery exposed
fished under the nearest workbench, and came up with a clean jam-jar, just like the dozens nailed to the undersides of the stockroom's many, many shelves, an entire regiment of dusty rounded glass soldiers, …show more content…
or the unravelling tendrils of his control over this entire sorry situation, fraying and snapping everywhere whenever he tried to do anything to prove he was in control-
A slow burning sensation rolled through him, ebbing through his neural pathways like spreading tawny-gold fire, dying down to dark embers in the pit of what his mind still- after all this time- believed to be his stomach. His vision swam and the world glowed, colours brighter, shapes sharper, very slightly off-axis, pulling a dazed chuckle out of him as he tried to restore his balance.
It wasn’t like that other feeling, that… that Itch. It was nowhere near as strong, for a start. That had been a white-hot mind-melting blaze, staggeringly intense; this was much, much milder, mellow and deceptively benign. It faded, mostly but not entirely, after a few seconds, leaving a warm, buzzy sort of feeling in its wake.”
a shadowy mix-and-match jumble
rocking with silent, helpless laughter. He wasn't sure if it was at him or not, and he hardly cared. When it came to her, the distinction seemed to matter a lot less than it was supposed
Dave thumped dazedly into the cushions, staring at the fuzz of the living room’s flat-screen like a wheel-carving Stone Age genius suddenly handed the blueprints of a Jaguar XKR.
most of its vital machinery exposed
fished under the nearest workbench, and came up with a clean jam-jar, just like the dozens nailed to the undersides of the stockroom's many, many shelves, an entire regiment of dusty rounded glass soldiers, …show more content…
or the unravelling tendrils of his control over this entire sorry situation, fraying and snapping everywhere whenever he tried to do anything to prove he was in control-
A slow burning sensation rolled through him, ebbing through his neural pathways like spreading tawny-gold fire, dying down to dark embers in the pit of what his mind still- after all this time- believed to be his stomach. His vision swam and the world glowed, colours brighter, shapes sharper, very slightly off-axis, pulling a dazed chuckle out of him as he tried to restore his balance.
It wasn’t like that other feeling, that… that Itch. It was nowhere near as strong, for a start. That had been a white-hot mind-melting blaze, staggeringly intense; this was much, much milder, mellow and deceptively benign. It faded, mostly but not entirely, after a few seconds, leaving a warm, buzzy sort of feeling in its wake.”
a shadowy mix-and-match jumble
rocking with silent, helpless laughter. He wasn't sure if it was at him or not, and he hardly cared. When it came to her, the distinction seemed to matter a lot less than it was supposed