A spot of light shines down in the darkness and a now teen Morgiana is standing there, looking around with a fear in her eyes. Laughter begins to surround her with Jamil's voice all around her as it repeats various phrases. Phantom like hands brush at her skin in a taunting action, causing her to recoil with a shudder. Does it hurt Morgiana? It's because you try to get away from me.
"Get away.." Her voice is weak, red eyes flickering around as if trying to find the source. Her body automatically shifts into a defense pose but it doesn't look at that intimidating as her curled fists shake. You are a slave. While trapped in these chains you cannot run away!
Her expression turns pained, a hand lashing out to wipe away the hands that run over her like hot air. "I'm not a slave! I'm not anymore! You can't control me! I-I'm free!" Yet if she truly was, why was it that her dreams were always filled with despair?
You are my slave.. You are my slave. You are my slave.. You are my slave. You are my slave.. You are my slave.
Fingers press into her temple as she crouches onto her knees as if trying to block the voice. "Nononononononono-" Her chanting is abruptly ended as Jamil peers into her face, his katana poised and ready to strike. She screams loudly into the surrounding darkness and then Otoya's vision goes black as the nightmare abruptly ends.
------------------ [A cry of terror is the one thing that escapes Morgiana's throat as she slams straight up from her bed. Her body trembles and shakes from a cold that isn't there and the teen curls forward, hands to her face as she struggles to maintain her breathing. Her red hair is ruffled and sticking to her forehead from the sweat, chest heaving up and down.] I-It was..a dream..
It was just.. [It was just a dream.. She was still in holly heights, still in her bed. She was safe. Tears blur her vision and they roll down her cheeks but she doesn't bother to wipe them away. She had no strength in her to do so.] Just..a dream..
[It was just a dream... but it hadn't been his dream. The fear and desolation, the confusion and pain... never in his life could he have imagined she'd been put through something so horrid. Not in such strange, confusing places, not for someone as sweet as her.
Not even in his worst nightmare could Otoya have come up with something so... so...
He shudders awake, a cry of protest as the strange link between their dreams was broken because no. NO! He couldn't leave her alone to face such wretched memories. It wasn't right! It wasn't fair, at all, and it was that mantra of 'not alone' that repeated over and over in his head as he yanked on a jacket over his sleep-pants and tee-shirt. Downstairs, he shoved his feet into his shoes and grabbed the car keys and his cellphone off the kitchen counter then rushed out the door.
It only took him a moment before he found himself pulling into her drive, the headlights bright across the windows of the house before he killed the engine.
He had the phone to his ear even as he started to get out of the car.]
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"Get away.." Her voice is weak, red eyes flickering around as if trying to find the source. Her body automatically shifts into a defense pose but it doesn't look at that intimidating as her curled fists shake. You are a slave. While trapped in these chains you cannot run away!
Her expression turns pained, a hand lashing out to wipe away the hands that run over her like hot air. "I'm not a slave! I'm not anymore! You can't control me! I-I'm free!" Yet if she truly was, why was it that her dreams were always filled with despair?
You are my slave.. You are my slave.
You are my slave.. You are my slave.
You are my slave.. You are my slave.
Fingers press into her temple as she crouches onto her knees as if trying to block the voice. "Nononononononono-" Her chanting is abruptly ended as Jamil peers into her face, his katana poised and ready to strike. She screams loudly into the surrounding darkness and then Otoya's vision goes black as the nightmare abruptly ends.
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[A cry of terror is the one thing that escapes Morgiana's throat as she slams straight up from her bed. Her body trembles and shakes from a cold that isn't there and the teen curls forward, hands to her face as she struggles to maintain her breathing. Her red hair is ruffled and sticking to her forehead from the sweat, chest heaving up and down.] I-It was..a dream..
It was just.. [It was just a dream.. She was still in holly heights, still in her bed. She was safe. Tears blur her vision and they roll down her cheeks but she doesn't bother to wipe them away. She had no strength in her to do so.] Just..a dream..
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Not even in his worst nightmare could Otoya have come up with something so... so...
He shudders awake, a cry of protest as the strange link between their dreams was broken because no. NO! He couldn't leave her alone to face such wretched memories. It wasn't right! It wasn't fair, at all, and it was that mantra of 'not alone' that repeated over and over in his head as he yanked on a jacket over his sleep-pants and tee-shirt. Downstairs, he shoved his feet into his shoes and grabbed the car keys and his cellphone off the kitchen counter then rushed out the door.
It only took him a moment before he found himself pulling into her drive, the headlights bright across the windows of the house before he killed the engine.
He had the phone to his ear even as he started to get out of the car.]
C'mon, Mor-chan... pick-up, pick-up, pick-up--