Sleep Paralysis - Lorange Ficlet [572 words.]
Synopsis: Logan has a minor sleep paralysis episode, or so he believes.
Notes: Minor breach of privacy on Orange's part; Orange is creeping on Logan while he sleeps, bad orange.
I'm on my Lorange propaganda. Done as a sprint in my adult fanders server, minorly checked, I don't plan to stress it. Part of a series of Lorange ficlets Ive been writing.
A gentle hand drew a gentle line across his cheekbone, down his chin then back up again. A warm hand cupped against his cheek. Logan couldn't move, and nor could he see. He had miscalculated his sleeping times and had dozed off mid essay, and now he had awoken to something touching him.
Sleep paralysis is a state, during waking up or falling asleep, in which a person is conscious but in a complete state of full-body paralysis. During an episode, the person may hallucinate (hear, feel, or see things that are not there), which often results in fear. Episodes generally last no more than a few minutes.
He recalled, and assumed that must have been what he was experiencing. A psychosomantic sensation due to his body incorrectly balancing his sleep cycles; or well that was simply one theory- the study of sleep paralysis is rather lackluster now that he was thinking about it and mostly build upon hypotheses that had yet to be deeply tested…
Ah yes, right the sensation. It paused on his chin now, definitely a hand. If he focused enough, he could feel the tip of the thumb on the edge of his lower lip. It was odd experiencing this sort of sensation, he had to admit. He was sure if it had been any other side, they might have been afraid—
He could imagine Roman screaming, if he could scream, Virgil shaking and hissing, Patton breaking down into tears… but he didn't find himself alarmed. It was a simple function of the brain, an overactive imagination where the body blurred the lines between sleep and wakefulness. He would fall back asleep in a few minutes, or his body would wake up and he would regain control of his limbs. Either way it would barely be a footnote in his day.
Though he did find the situation fascinating, he wondered absently if this was supposed to be something from a dream. Logan did not remember his dreams, if he had them at all, so he wondered what it must feel like, what these phantom senses link to.
The hand moved up the side of his cheek now, brushing his bangs off of the eye shield he wore at night to ensure he was not awoken by any light being added to his room when he least expected it. It was healthy for your eyes to have a rest from the bright lights of everyday life especially with the invention of LED lights, they were incredibly damaging to the retinas with prolonged exposure.
He was starting to get a little flustered, if he was honest with himself. This gentle touch to his face, not in an discomforting way, while he was asleep and unable to see. He remember sensory deprivation was something some people enjoyed in a sexual sense, was this something he was unaware of himself?
No, he's probably over thinking it. The curse of being body locked and hallucinating he supposed…
He felt something warm press against the side of his face, inbetween his head and his neck before he drifted off once again. It was like he was being hugged, or well, he was hallucinating being hugged. It would be odd for someone to hug him while he was sleeping apropos of nothing after all.
The next morning he had forgotten about it entirely, though he did notice a strange orange mark on his cheek he had to wash off. How odd.
Let me know what you think, I've been brainrotted for symbotic Lorange for a while now and need to know I'm not crazy.
