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[ironside_pixie]

Obsession. Need. Compulsion. Hopelessness. Conflicting emotions burst within her like a supernova.

She had fallen asleep, Kaye knew, but to her it felt like entering another world. A world where everything twisted and melted and colors made no sense...but she could forget. That was enough.

Yellow.

It was yellow.

The chunky brick felt odd

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[ironside_pixie]

Hands twisted in the coverlet, for a mere second she is caught there, eyes wide and vulnerable. Still half in the dream, Kaye blinks away the confusion and there he is...

The walls slam down.

"No."

[ironside_pixie]

"I don't take orders from you." It's almost worse that her eyes are dark and unfeeling, colder than the water he brought her.

The remnants of a nightmare still hang around her head. She can't move, won't give him the satisfaction.