[His eyes open to stare at the ceiling, hands perfectly rested against his stomach. Hearing of dreams, he had forced himself to sleep. There's a pressure in his chest, thick and heavy from the dream and his back aches momentarily from each sensation. But realization hits him instantly at a soft meow. It's not the dream that presses heavily into his chest but the house cat.
It's not his dream. He knows it's not now. Pain and the thrill of pain were in some sense familiar but it's foreign. He does not embrace it.
Black is up onto his feet with a hand smoothly gliding to his back and he walks towards the rooms in the corner. Hand on the doorknob, his praticed movement opens it without a sound of that usual click. She's still sleeping and dreaming. He's at her bedside, black nailed fingers reaching towards her forehead. He doesn't touch but pulls away instead. The door shuts and he's gone.]
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It's not his dream. He knows it's not now. Pain and the thrill of pain were in some sense familiar but it's foreign. He does not embrace it.
Black is up onto his feet with a hand smoothly gliding to his back and he walks towards the rooms in the corner. Hand on the doorknob, his praticed movement opens it without a sound of that usual click. She's still sleeping and dreaming. He's at her bedside, black nailed fingers reaching towards her forehead. He doesn't touch but pulls away instead. The door shuts and he's gone.]