Cecilia Rynbë (bloominsnow) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-02-04 20:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 020, cecilia |
Who: Cecilia
When: Early morning
Where: Her room
Warnings: Uhhh kinda NSFW >_>
Nights were the worst. Not because she was lonely or hated sleeping alone, nor was it a matter of missing Nate. She'd gotten over Nate a long time ago, and if there was anyone she wanted in her bed at all it would only be Neptune. Nights were terrible because her dreams were harsh and unforgiving. Her dreamworld was a hellish place, a dark and twisted landscape with true terrors lurking in every shadow. In her dreams she would relive the darkest days of her past, or worse; the ever-constant nightmare that Jeffrey was still alive and hunting her. Night after night she'd find a note from him and the whole terrible ordeal would start all over again. Morning after morning she'd awaken and feel exhausted simply from the misery awaiting her in her dreams.
This was not that kind of dream.
In her dream her body shifted and twisted, not in an attempt for escape but in a rhythm that was anything but frantic. A pair of hands explored her flesh and they were not Jeffrey's hands. These were strong and warm, gentle and safe. The man they belonged to was kissing a trail across her collarbone and up the side of her neck. His breath was warm on her skin, her pulse racing as his tongue tasted the point where it was easiest to find. Her fingers dug in at his shoulders, and in her sleep she arched and twisted as his hand gripped at her thigh, hiking her leg higher up on his hip. She reached out for -- something. Cecilia was never really sure, because as the dream began to leave her she groaned aloud, and somehow that sound helped to bring her around. She was not at home. She was not safe. She was alone in a den of snakes.
Whoa, shit. With a flurry of movement and a moment of panic, Cecilia sat up in bed, wide-eyed and flustered. She was flushed and embarrassed, as if that camera staring her down could glimpse inside her head. Her legs were twisted in her sheets, and she scrambled out of them both awkwardly and frantically. That is not okay, she thought, hurrying into her bathroom and blasting the cold water. So not okay.