[An apologetic look in spite of her growing panic, and among the vines, the black wisps grow thicker, darker. She tries to control them, to push them back before the thorns can scrape over her bare skin, but unlike the ones they usually share, they only seem to feed off of whatever this is, becoming stronger and more resilient as they snake around her legs.
She can feel fearful tears erupting in her eyes, and she slams them shut, refusing to look at him and to let them fall because she knows as soon as she does...
As soon as they tumble down her cheeks the way that they do, unbidden, and her breathing is running ragged gasps as the air feels like it's being pulled out of her lungs...]
Whatever you are, get back.
[Because it sure as hell isn't Eustace.
She'll try to ignite her flames to burn it all away, maybe even put up a wall between them until she can find a way out, or to at least threaten this thing that has taken over her dream and her husband, but even those are weak, barely moving past her fingertips and becoming more than just a warm, flickering spark.
And in one last ditch effort, she'll try to break her arms free, and when they only pull tighter, she'll cry out, biting back an uncharacteristic curse.]
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She can feel fearful tears erupting in her eyes, and she slams them shut, refusing to look at him and to let them fall because she knows as soon as she does...
As soon as they tumble down her cheeks the way that they do, unbidden, and her breathing is running ragged gasps as the air feels like it's being pulled out of her lungs...]
Whatever you are, get back.
[Because it sure as hell isn't Eustace.
She'll try to ignite her flames to burn it all away, maybe even put up a wall between them until she can find a way out, or to at least threaten this thing that has taken over her dream and her husband, but even those are weak, barely moving past her fingertips and becoming more than just a warm, flickering spark.
And in one last ditch effort, she'll try to break her arms free, and when they only pull tighter, she'll cry out, biting back an uncharacteristic curse.]
Stop—!