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lavender is sure that living is worse (lavishly) wrote in pandorarpg,

Rather than sooth her, Lavender's immediate reaction was to further thrash against being held. She wasn't used to other people sleeping in her bed. And given her current state she wasn't fully processing what was happening. It was all just scary and she wanted to get away from it, get away from him. What really set her off was him pulling her toward his chest - his heart so close to her face.

Lavender lost it again there, limbs failing as she broke free of his arms and fell unceremoniously to the cold floor with a loud thunk. She hadn't remembered crying, but she squeezed her eyes shut she felt tears there. Counting to ten in her head she tried to breath, awareness that she wasn't dreaming anymore sinking back - not that it did anything to remove the feeling in her stomach.

When she opened her eyes she was relieved to see ten pink fingers and ten pink toes. Once she knew that all her parts where in place and that her jaw wasn't able to unhinge, only then did look up at the bed to see Michael there. "God, Michael," she said in an exhale, needing to hear that he was okay as well as see it.