Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
Red eyes flew open as a small moan of protest escaped his slightly parted lips. That had been over too quickly. Way too quickly. While falling from extreme heights usually worked very well at getting a fear response, it was a finicky trick. The victim usually woke up before they had released enough terror, which was exactly what had happened this time.
Quincy's pale eyebrows drew together in a frown, he was far from satisfied, and a little irked the witch had managed to jolt awake so quickly. He reached up and brushed a stray piece of white hair from his face, the strand had been rebelling against his barrettes ever since the wisp had pulled them out, and he knew he would have to fix that too, soon.
The whole experience had left him feeling even more craving than he had been, and a feeling of disquietude began creeping into his mind, clouding it with a purple mist of restlessness. The nightmare stood up from his corsslegged position on the floor, stretching out his limbs as he tried rid himself of the annoying sensation. It had been some time now, since he had slipped up like that, and he did not like it. It felt wrong, unfair and completely-
"Back so soon?"
The words had left his mouth before he could stop them, his entire thought possess halted as the realization that darling, little Ellinor was back in dreamland once more registering withing his mind, and before he had the time to think it over, he launched his mind back into her dreams, a faint, translucent apparition of himself shimmering into view on her chest.
Quincy's pale eyebrows drew together in a frown, he was far from satisfied, and a little irked the witch had managed to jolt awake so quickly. He reached up and brushed a stray piece of white hair from his face, the strand had been rebelling against his barrettes ever since the wisp had pulled them out, and he knew he would have to fix that too, soon.
The whole experience had left him feeling even more craving than he had been, and a feeling of disquietude began creeping into his mind, clouding it with a purple mist of restlessness. The nightmare stood up from his corsslegged position on the floor, stretching out his limbs as he tried rid himself of the annoying sensation. It had been some time now, since he had slipped up like that, and he did not like it. It felt wrong, unfair and completely-
"Back so soon?"
The words had left his mouth before he could stop them, his entire thought possess halted as the realization that darling, little Ellinor was back in dreamland once more registering withing his mind, and before he had the time to think it over, he launched his mind back into her dreams, a faint, translucent apparition of himself shimmering into view on her chest.