[017] ACTION (locked to inbarrels) + Strangeling
[It was a Hell of a night. Tulio was in his bed, chilled to the bone, tossing and turning as his dreams continued to contort and twist.
'Forget Miguel.'
'I'm staying!'
'I want what you want.'
'I'm not asking you to trust me.'
Voices. People. Places made of gold, so much gold. It had to be a dream. But he could see it, he could touch it. He could smell the air, and the scent of Chel's hair. Then he could feel the burning in his heart and the look of betrayal in Miguel's eyes.
He gasped as he sat up, the blanket twisted up around his waist and his eyes unfocused at the darkness. It was supposed to be a warm summer night but his sweat was cold. He shuddered and tried to calm down - but it was impossible, his heart was pounding and suddenly the darkness shifted.
Someone-- something was there but when he opened his mouth to say something no sound came out.]
'Forget Miguel.'
'I'm staying!'
'I want what you want.'
'I'm not asking you to trust me.'
Voices. People. Places made of gold, so much gold. It had to be a dream. But he could see it, he could touch it. He could smell the air, and the scent of Chel's hair. Then he could feel the burning in his heart and the look of betrayal in Miguel's eyes.
He gasped as he sat up, the blanket twisted up around his waist and his eyes unfocused at the darkness. It was supposed to be a warm summer night but his sweat was cold. He shuddered and tried to calm down - but it was impossible, his heart was pounding and suddenly the darkness shifted.
Someone-- something was there but when he opened his mouth to say something no sound came out.]