Because I rly needed to calm this boy down this morning...
Written on my iPod - please forgive spelling/grammar errors! ><
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A fistful of red-brown hair, a painful tearing in his chest, Alex breathes hard. Or is he screaming? Fingers are slippery, knuckles tight against the man's scalp in the red mat of fine silk. There's definately screaming. Not sure it's him, though. Angry. Free hand closes on something, fingers wrapping around hard edges, so tight his fingers ache, making him shiver. Reaching back, winding up, taking aim at the helpless man beneath him... another set of fingers grab his wrist, digging in so painfully it makes him cry out, shooting a searing heat up his spine. He starts to turn, to look at the man stopping him... no use. The briefest glimpse of burning green and black-streaked gold and his world crumbles, heart breaking, and he falls and falls and falls...
And wakes to a shivering vertigo of nausea and hazy, lingering flashes of memory - a dream? Fuck...
"How you can even sleep is beyond me," Dannon's voice little more than a careful rumble in the night.
He pulls his cloak a little tighter around him, his fingers peeking out of the damp folds paler than usual. He shivers in the misting morning rain and scoots sideways, a little closer under Dru's arm. Trees offer little protection from rain, but they're stuck here while they wait for the signal, making him miserable and now, thanks to his dreams... whatever it was he'd been dreaming... he's feeling sick and anxious on top of cold and wet.
"Bad dream, sutek?"
Turning his head at the sound of Dru's more concerned voice, he nods, "Ya... bad dream." Amazing how far a simple, warm kiss against his cool brow can take him towards feeling better, though, and he sighs, leaning his head on Dru's shoulder as the man pulls him closer still.
The tendrils of dream start to let go as he relaxes again. What was it he'd dreamt of? ... He can't remember...
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A fistful of red-brown hair, a painful tearing in his chest, Alex breathes hard. Or is he screaming? Fingers are slippery, knuckles tight against the man's scalp in the red mat of fine silk. There's definately screaming. Not sure it's him, though. Angry. Free hand closes on something, fingers wrapping around hard edges, so tight his fingers ache, making him shiver. Reaching back, winding up, taking aim at the helpless man beneath him... another set of fingers grab his wrist, digging in so painfully it makes him cry out, shooting a searing heat up his spine. He starts to turn, to look at the man stopping him... no use. The briefest glimpse of burning green and black-streaked gold and his world crumbles, heart breaking, and he falls and falls and falls...
And wakes to a shivering vertigo of nausea and hazy, lingering flashes of memory - a dream? Fuck...
"How you can even sleep is beyond me," Dannon's voice little more than a careful rumble in the night.
He pulls his cloak a little tighter around him, his fingers peeking out of the damp folds paler than usual. He shivers in the misting morning rain and scoots sideways, a little closer under Dru's arm. Trees offer little protection from rain, but they're stuck here while they wait for the signal, making him miserable and now, thanks to his dreams... whatever it was he'd been dreaming... he's feeling sick and anxious on top of cold and wet.
"Bad dream, sutek?"
Turning his head at the sound of Dru's more concerned voice, he nods, "Ya... bad dream." Amazing how far a simple, warm kiss against his cool brow can take him towards feeling better, though, and he sighs, leaning his head on Dru's shoulder as the man pulls him closer still.
The tendrils of dream start to let go as he relaxes again. What was it he'd dreamt of? ... He can't remember...