[She stiffens and trembles, an unusual feeling when it's with Eustace, but she has to remind herself that this isn't him. This is either an illusion of the dream's making, or something had wormed its way in him, like one of those bleeding hearts... only worse. Worse because she can see it all happen right before her eyes, and she can't seem to do anything about it.
As he descends on her tears and then to her neck, she'll fight back, trying to move her head in a way that doesn't allow him access, despite how his breath may feel on her skin. She instead tries to focus on waking up, on trying to take the dream back, on anything but the heat of his mouth on her neck...
Or how her pulse races under his lips, beckoning him to taste, and for once, she doesn't want it to.]
Stop it...
[Bring him back... and get them the hell out of this fantasy turned nightmare...]
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As he descends on her tears and then to her neck, she'll fight back, trying to move her head in a way that doesn't allow him access, despite how his breath may feel on her skin. She instead tries to focus on waking up, on trying to take the dream back, on anything but the heat of his mouth on her neck...
Or how her pulse races under his lips, beckoning him to taste, and for once, she doesn't want it to.]
Stop it...
[Bring him back... and get them the hell out of this fantasy turned nightmare...]