No blood. No sparks. Nathan yelps anyway — he finds very little surprising about his own death in dreams, but this is the first time he's witnessed it happening to anyone else.
If Nathan acts before thinking while awake, his rashness is tenfold in dreams. Before he can draw a breath to say anything, he hauls of and hits Marianella in the face. Was that a flicker of his pathetic dad just then? Focus. Nathan clutches at his hand (still not a great fighter, even in dreams).
This would be the time for a witty quip, if he could find it in him to speak. Instead, he shoots a wild look to Victor and steps back a few paces. Get out, time to get the fuck out, but he can't find doors or windows, can't see any defining features of the house anymore. Just Victor, Marianella, and a blur of color.
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No blood. No sparks. Nathan yelps anyway — he finds very little surprising about his own death in dreams, but this is the first time he's witnessed it happening to anyone else.
If Nathan acts before thinking while awake, his rashness is tenfold in dreams. Before he can draw a breath to say anything, he hauls of and hits Marianella in the face. Was that a flicker of his pathetic dad just then? Focus. Nathan clutches at his hand (still not a great fighter, even in dreams).
This would be the time for a witty quip, if he could find it in him to speak. Instead, he shoots a wild look to Victor and steps back a few paces. Get out, time to get the fuck out, but he can't find doors or windows, can't see any defining features of the house anymore. Just Victor, Marianella, and a blur of color.
Well. This is considerably less boring!