No Laughing Matter
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writing_shadowsTheres allways a first time for everything, supposedly.
Right now, i'm in a lot of pain. Thats nothing new, I don't remember a time when i wasn't in pain. Not usually in my mouth though, and even then this is the first time its been my fault. I've decided that so far tooth pain hurts a lot more then any other kind of pain i've experienced so far. Theres a certain sharpness to it that boils its way up from the roots of the teeth and hits me right between the eyes. I fight through the pain, because i need the clarity of thought to focus. Its almost nice, when i think about it. I can barely feel the rest of the pain in my body, and for a few seconds i wonder if its worth it.
And i'm rewarded for my lack of focus with a new level of pain. I barely hear the sound of my own teeth cracking and being jolted out of my gums with a rush of bloody ichor. I black out for a few seconds but its long enough for me to fall off of my stool sideways and let my face collide with the cold rock of my lair. Didn't feel it though - a small mercy i guess. As my senses come back with the pain in my mouth leading the charge i realise my eyesight is spotty. I feel hideously weak and sick to my stomach, and i can feel the shattered bits of tooth and bloody slime pooling in my mouth.
I use one of my latest tricks - the fruit of my studies that was crudely sewn into my stomach by Brae - to flood my system with fresh and powerful blood. I'm not sure why, but it seems like the thing to do. I can feel my muscles surge back into life with a renewed vigour and i slowly manage to pick myself up off the floor. Its harder then you think it would be for someone my size when he only has one arm but feels like he has two. I sit back down on my stool and steady myself, focusing on the wood grain of the table i'm sitting at and trying to force myself to stop headrushing.
I spit the mouthful of slime and teeth and blood onto the table, and i realise just how many teeth there were in my head five minutes ago. And all i can think of is how funny that is. I start to laugh... First time for everything... and soon my sides hurt from it. I put my elbow down on the table and i rest my head in my palm as i do so, trying to stop myself and regain some control over my body. With a cough and a final "Heh" i manage to stop myself. Allright, i'll admit... it was pretty funny. The punchline isnt the handfull of shattered enamel and tooth on the table but the fact that i'd nearly bit my own tongue off again with the new teeth that had replaced them. Sharp things, just like the ones i'd torn from the pandoran corpse festering up the corner of my cave. But they were wrong, and no doubt they looked too obvious.
I reach for the small handmirror i'd left on the side and clench my mouth shut as best as i could with a mouthful of razor sharp teeth and open my lips as wide as i can to investigate them. No, too low and too short. I fight back another laugh as i wonder what i've done wrong now to deserve how shitty my life had managed to make itself. No, these teeth were no good. I concentrate again, willing the teeth to grow backwards. Its long and slow, but i have all the time in the world to spare. Eventually i get tired of waiting so i start trying to force them back in again with my fingers, but it doesnt help all that much.
It must have been at least an hour before they had worked their way all the way back into my bones. My mouth is sore and throbbing and feels uncomfortable with no teeth in it. It isnt the first time i've lost teeth though and i bet it wont be the last either. I know that as long as i can get them back into their holes i can electrocute them back into place. The only problem is that at least half of them are broken. I chuckle a little to myself and stand up. Time to fetch the Locktite.
Right now, i'm in a lot of pain. Thats nothing new, I don't remember a time when i wasn't in pain. Not usually in my mouth though, and even then this is the first time its been my fault. I've decided that so far tooth pain hurts a lot more then any other kind of pain i've experienced so far. Theres a certain sharpness to it that boils its way up from the roots of the teeth and hits me right between the eyes. I fight through the pain, because i need the clarity of thought to focus. Its almost nice, when i think about it. I can barely feel the rest of the pain in my body, and for a few seconds i wonder if its worth it.
And i'm rewarded for my lack of focus with a new level of pain. I barely hear the sound of my own teeth cracking and being jolted out of my gums with a rush of bloody ichor. I black out for a few seconds but its long enough for me to fall off of my stool sideways and let my face collide with the cold rock of my lair. Didn't feel it though - a small mercy i guess. As my senses come back with the pain in my mouth leading the charge i realise my eyesight is spotty. I feel hideously weak and sick to my stomach, and i can feel the shattered bits of tooth and bloody slime pooling in my mouth.
I use one of my latest tricks - the fruit of my studies that was crudely sewn into my stomach by Brae - to flood my system with fresh and powerful blood. I'm not sure why, but it seems like the thing to do. I can feel my muscles surge back into life with a renewed vigour and i slowly manage to pick myself up off the floor. Its harder then you think it would be for someone my size when he only has one arm but feels like he has two. I sit back down on my stool and steady myself, focusing on the wood grain of the table i'm sitting at and trying to force myself to stop headrushing.
I spit the mouthful of slime and teeth and blood onto the table, and i realise just how many teeth there were in my head five minutes ago. And all i can think of is how funny that is. I start to laugh... First time for everything... and soon my sides hurt from it. I put my elbow down on the table and i rest my head in my palm as i do so, trying to stop myself and regain some control over my body. With a cough and a final "Heh" i manage to stop myself. Allright, i'll admit... it was pretty funny. The punchline isnt the handfull of shattered enamel and tooth on the table but the fact that i'd nearly bit my own tongue off again with the new teeth that had replaced them. Sharp things, just like the ones i'd torn from the pandoran corpse festering up the corner of my cave. But they were wrong, and no doubt they looked too obvious.
I reach for the small handmirror i'd left on the side and clench my mouth shut as best as i could with a mouthful of razor sharp teeth and open my lips as wide as i can to investigate them. No, too low and too short. I fight back another laugh as i wonder what i've done wrong now to deserve how shitty my life had managed to make itself. No, these teeth were no good. I concentrate again, willing the teeth to grow backwards. Its long and slow, but i have all the time in the world to spare. Eventually i get tired of waiting so i start trying to force them back in again with my fingers, but it doesnt help all that much.
It must have been at least an hour before they had worked their way all the way back into my bones. My mouth is sore and throbbing and feels uncomfortable with no teeth in it. It isnt the first time i've lost teeth though and i bet it wont be the last either. I know that as long as i can get them back into their holes i can electrocute them back into place. The only problem is that at least half of them are broken. I chuckle a little to myself and stand up. Time to fetch the Locktite.
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Date: 2009-07-22 01:19 pm (UTC)Teeth shattering and falling out is, just for the record, a re-occuring theme in my dreams. the concept terrifies me.