Re: Dream: Billy/Wanda
[He thinks that the hold of her slender arms around his torso might just prove to wring the breath from his lungs, suffocating in their desperation and their vehemence. And even as they are fighting to hold the other tighter, closer - Billy is all too aware of the spill of tears that trickle over his bare skin, cutting a path down from the hem of his t-shirt's sleeve.
Then the lights flicker, and his face turned upwards is full of a detached sort of concern. Like he's seen this sort of phenomenon more times than he can count; like he's too worried about the power and reluctance surging through his mother's body than any consequences that might come about.]
I'm not going anywhere. [He sounds almost affronted at the idea, reaching out as he does to grasp her hands with his own and twine their fingers together.] No, Mom - you can't leave. I don't know where Tommy is, he hasn't been to see me, and I'm so scared that something's happened to him. What if he's not here? What if he doesn't ever show up?
[A beat, as his teeth scrape over the meat of his bottom lip.] What if he's gone?