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adamdouglasjr

To dream a scream

Jul 06, 2005 15:05

The tiny click clack of a key finding its way into the hole clinked softly behind the front door of the loft. Whines and tiny whimpered at the bottom, Laramie pawing at the corner of the door. Adam let go a soft laugh, the door opening for his furry companion. Tucking the keys into his back pocket of his jeans, he continued forward into the loft, ( Read more... )

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icy_bitch July 6 2005, 20:30:05 UTC

It had been a long nice followed by peace. The peace caused by shutting down her mind rather than actually trying to cope with all she had witnessed the night before.

Trying to sleep, it came in pieces, waking up, constantly trying to figure out what was wrong. Failing, falling back to sleep only to lather, rinse, repeat.

And then something woke her. A sound. A scream.

Out of the bed like a shot, stumbling, falling on that twisted ankle. Growling as tears filled her eyes, making her way to her feet and limping to the living room.

"Adam?!? Adam where are you?"

adamdouglasjr July 6 2005, 20:37:55 UTC

That thunk was what startled him to his feet. He scrambled to a stand, eyes wide at the woman limping in the doorway. His heart thud hard in his throat. Swallowing it down, he staggered to her, brain trying to work out that Emma was more important than some nightmare. Nightmare. That's all it was. Jack couldn't come back. He killed him. He watched him ash over.

...

He came to her, helping to keep her up. Eyes checked her quickly.

"I'm... I-I'm okay. Bad dream, is all. Y-you... Baby, you need t' stay in bed. I'll call Miss N 'r a docotr t' come an' have a looksie at yer ankle an' the bump on yer head. Alright?"

icy_bitch July 6 2005, 20:51:31 UTC

"I'm fine. Really. Swear."

Of course she's lying. Her pupils two different sizes, her skin still pale, no light to her cheeks. The limping was the least of her worries. But she smiles, a wan, soft smile as she raises her hand, cradling the side of his face.

"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have been in bed with me, Darling. Nothing better to chase away the bad dreams than your love in your arms.'

Leaning up, gently kissing him, a tender gesture.

adamdouglasjr July 6 2005, 20:57:47 UTC

Oh, those kisses she gave. Mind over matter was not the proper tool to be using with said matter turned said mind into mush. He melted softly, shoulder lowering with a pleasant smile. His arms pooled around her, holding her to him rather than helping her balance. Hands graced the sides of her hips softly. His throat hummed as he purred beneath the kiss.

"Y-....Youuu sh...should really get'yer rest, baby... I'll come with..."

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