It was only a dream...or was it a nightmare?
Jul 8, 2015 21:02:42 GMT -6
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Post by Lady Munin on Jul 8, 2015 21:02:42 GMT -6
Rough fingers dug into her throat cutting off her air, and bruising her pale skin with brutal force.
Opening her eyes she stared into cold furious eyes that once held nothing but love for her. His heavy weight was pressing her into the bed, as she desperately tried to pull his hands off. She was getting faint, but she had to know why? Why? Why?
Finally she managed to choke it out.
"Alex, why?"
He glared at her tightening his grip on her throat, and glaring at her with pure hatred.
"Because you don't matter, none of this matters. The only thing I care about is beating Leon and winning that Title. This-"
He shakes her roughly by the throat.
"Is all your fault. Your fault and Leon's fault, I didn't want to do this, but you made me. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
She jolted awake with a whimper and a cry. One hand clutched at her neck, as if to pry away a hand that wasn't really there.
Curling onto her side she started to shake from the nightmare. The silk sheets were cold against her bare skin, and offered no comfort.
A dream, it was just a dream.
The warm body that shifted next to spoon her from behind, and the strong arms that pulled her close, was more than enough to calm her.
Slowly her breathing slowed as a deep timbered shushing noise lulled her back to peace.
Silk sheets slid against her as Munin stretched luxuriously in the bed, and turned to face the source of her comfort. Content as a cat she snuggled close wrapping her legs around his hips and running one of her hands up his scarred back.
She almost purred as his rough palm caressed her skin, and she exulted in the simple act of sinking her fingers into the headful of long thick hair.
Long dark hair and scars?
Munin jerked awake with a gasp, sitting upright in bed. She was alone in the darkness of her room, it was only a nightmare...no it was a dream? Her cold bed offered no answers to her sleep clouded mind, but it did wonders to cool off her heated skin.
It was nothing more than a dream, but it was far from her typical dreams...or nightmares.
Shaking her head Munin swung her legs of the bed. There was only one thing to do after a dream like that, and that was drink.
She poured herself a tumbler of whiskey and downed it without a wince.The crystal top was returned to the decanter with a click that sounded loud as thunder in the silence of the room.
It was a silence that offered her know answers for her unspoken questions. Questions that would make things more real if she were to ask them out loud.
She shook her head at herself, as she made her way back to bed. She could contemplate the mysteries of life, and sleep tomorrow. For now she just needed sleep, and so Munin dropped back into her down pillows with a dull thump.
It was only a dream, but at least in her dream she was warm and not cold. At least in her dream she was not alone.
Eventually she slipped back into a fitful sleep, but before she did her traitorous mind slipped in one last cognizant thought.
"Could those strong arms really chase away her nightmares, and was she really worth so little."
There was no one there to see one of her hands reaching out for someone who wasn't there.
Opening her eyes she stared into cold furious eyes that once held nothing but love for her. His heavy weight was pressing her into the bed, as she desperately tried to pull his hands off. She was getting faint, but she had to know why? Why? Why?
Finally she managed to choke it out.
"Alex, why?"
He glared at her tightening his grip on her throat, and glaring at her with pure hatred.
"Because you don't matter, none of this matters. The only thing I care about is beating Leon and winning that Title. This-"
He shakes her roughly by the throat.
"Is all your fault. Your fault and Leon's fault, I didn't want to do this, but you made me. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
She jolted awake with a whimper and a cry. One hand clutched at her neck, as if to pry away a hand that wasn't really there.
Curling onto her side she started to shake from the nightmare. The silk sheets were cold against her bare skin, and offered no comfort.
A dream, it was just a dream.
The warm body that shifted next to spoon her from behind, and the strong arms that pulled her close, was more than enough to calm her.
Slowly her breathing slowed as a deep timbered shushing noise lulled her back to peace.
Silk sheets slid against her as Munin stretched luxuriously in the bed, and turned to face the source of her comfort. Content as a cat she snuggled close wrapping her legs around his hips and running one of her hands up his scarred back.
She almost purred as his rough palm caressed her skin, and she exulted in the simple act of sinking her fingers into the headful of long thick hair.
Long dark hair and scars?
Munin jerked awake with a gasp, sitting upright in bed. She was alone in the darkness of her room, it was only a nightmare...no it was a dream? Her cold bed offered no answers to her sleep clouded mind, but it did wonders to cool off her heated skin.
It was nothing more than a dream, but it was far from her typical dreams...or nightmares.
Shaking her head Munin swung her legs of the bed. There was only one thing to do after a dream like that, and that was drink.
She poured herself a tumbler of whiskey and downed it without a wince.The crystal top was returned to the decanter with a click that sounded loud as thunder in the silence of the room.
It was a silence that offered her know answers for her unspoken questions. Questions that would make things more real if she were to ask them out loud.
She shook her head at herself, as she made her way back to bed. She could contemplate the mysteries of life, and sleep tomorrow. For now she just needed sleep, and so Munin dropped back into her down pillows with a dull thump.
It was only a dream, but at least in her dream she was warm and not cold. At least in her dream she was not alone.
Eventually she slipped back into a fitful sleep, but before she did her traitorous mind slipped in one last cognizant thought.
"Could those strong arms really chase away her nightmares, and was she really worth so little."
There was no one there to see one of her hands reaching out for someone who wasn't there.
