@dancefrost sent: [ fear ] sender finds receiver having a nightmare
wordless command .
ACRID, PUNGENT PANIC GRIPS THE THROAT in the viscous air, crimson coming to wake in the unkind slap to consciousness / in the shake of gripping hands and digging claws burrowed in vulnerable shoulders.
Back comes to arch forward in the spring, only to be withheld by biting bars and oh Archons does the fear and bristling boil. Surely not -
Normally meticulous hand comes to a short strike against what caged him, fogged gaze finally fluttering to the unknown / maroons rise to meet cobalts and OH HOW HE FLINCHES. The remorse thickens the air, and for a second reality mirrors the wicked and and and -
He swallows, breathing heavy and tumultuous but stubborn in calming. ❝ What are you doing here ? ❞ Eyes close, voice rough ( and guilty. their relationship might be strained, but witnessing your sibling flinch when seeing you was bound to cause ill sentiments ).