Pamela Barnes (eyeingmyrack) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-06-03 22:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !complete, !log, ~2017 june, ~25 points, ~~pamela barnes (eyeingmyrack), ~~thor odinson (doctor_god) |
Who: Pamela Barnes and Thor
What: The best psychic in the state lives up to her name
When: Late Saturday night/early Sunday morning
Where: Her house
Warnings: Evil visions/blood/badness
Status: Closed
It had been a really nice evening spent with Thor. No, not just bumping uglies and making Oh faces. They’d spent more than a few hours snuggled on the couch, talking instead of watching the movies. Getting to know each other stuff. Then came the bumping uglies and Oh faces.
Pamela had fallen asleep in Thor’s arms. There was something to be said for dating a man his size. She was almost entire engulfed by his limbs. It was awesome! The awesome only lasted until she hit REM. Then the visions kicked in.
They started out as just an ominous feeling, like one of those nightmares where you just know something is around the corner, but it never materializes so you spend the entire night feeling anxious. When she was pulled more firmly into the vision, that feeling increased. It was no longer anxiety, it was a warning. Evil was coming. More evil than Pamela had ever been exposed to. It was enough to make her blood run cold and pull a whimper from her.
Then the real visions hit. Some kind of blade, but nothing like she’d ever seen before. It was hideous. Just the sight of it made Pamela jerk in Thor’s arms. Somehow it was tied in with the overwhelming sense of evil. Then the images blurred into the sigh of Sam getting the royal snot beaten out of him. Strike after strike drew blood, broke bones. Pamela flinched, even cried out softly.
Finally, the vision revealed who was behind the beating Sam was taking. Realization, comprehension would come later. Right now she was still caught up in the vision. All she could do was react. Pamela cried out more loudly as she thrashed on the bed.
[*Lyrics: Tool - Vicarious]