Done For you

"I hope that's not the most scandalous rumour about me, otherwise I'm going to have to take things into my own hands. I won't deny it, though, it is a favourite- and a little unavoidable, considering."

buffering

"Fae? Sorry I'm not really familiar with all the dungeons and dragons creatures. That's more of my brother's forte. I'm too busy meeting women."

— I can’t talk about it.

"Listen." He murmured, a command really, angling their head to press an ear against his glamour-softened bark. "Listen to my breathing and match it- don't think, leave that to me, focus on the task I've given you."

They almost missed his instructions, Erika's mind racing faster than they could necessarily comprehend the words he said. But the words clicked slowly, and with a sharp breathe they started to at least try to match it with limited success, their breath hitching with the blessedly fewer intrusive thoughts that crossed their mind.

"You're here with me, in my bed." Thorn said softly, stopping just short of putting his hand on their shoulder. "Its safe, whatever was in your dreams didnt follow you here."

“Help.” The plea almost seemed lost in the cacophony of their thoughts. “Please.”

This is NOT, by the way, a call to dox her or find her real name/info--I absolutely DO NOT want to do that. Just curious if any of my O.G. DeviantArt ex-pats know whatever happened to her. And if no one does, and on the off-chance that she's reading this: Primulatook, you were THE inspiration for me as a kid finding my way in art. I think of your work and your kindness all the time, and STILL look to it as a major source of continual inspiration. I loved looking at photos of your beautiful garden and talking about Half Moon Bay with you. Thank you for everything!