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rem why → ☆ @axgmented

Each time she calls him that, his eye twitches. He tries to pull his blanket further over his head to block her out, to keep her cold fingers from jabbing him in even more tender places, but she burrows into his space like a leech––a heavy, warm weight on his back. 

“Rem,” he growls out, chin on his pillow and staring hard at the wooden slats of the wall fixings. “M’gonna throw y’out the window.” 

b99 for funsies → ☆ @axgmented

a sharp kick to his side jerks him into wakefulness, and he stares up at the clear starlit sky of the grasslands with a bleary gaze. rem squats over him and smothers him with her hands, still shushing him. 

what… ? 

he sits up when his lungs ache, swatting her away from his mouth. she’s too well balanced to fall over, even as he inadvertently moves into her space. technically, she’s in his. he doesn’t know why it doesn’t bother him like usual––temporary oxygen deprivation, probably. his head swims, and he curls his toes in his boots, breath coming back in slow gasps.

“was i screaming again?” and oh, yeah. yeah he must have been. he vaguely recalls cat-eyes and silver swathes licking fire across his dreams; it’s always like this when rem is near. probably something with all the genetics.