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Entry tags:
- character: daine sarrasri,
- character: desire,
- character: gabriel,
- character: iman asadi,
- character: johnny truant,
- character: lucifer,
- character: peeta mellark,
- character: spike,
- character: sunshine,
- dropped: alianne,
- dropped: calliope,
- dropped: charley pollard,
- dropped: dana cardinal,
- dropped: daniel jackson,
- dropped: illyria,
- dropped: jane eyre,
- dropped: julian bashir,
- dropped: lucy saxon,
- dropped: seth,
- dropped: the doctor (12),
- dropped: the doctor (8),
- dropped: topher brink,
- dropped: zagreus,
- party post,
- retired: aziraphale,
- retired: bee,
- retired: crowley,
- retired: melanie,
- retired: peter vincent
Tender Lumplings Everywhere, Life's No Fun Without A Good Scare [Open to All]

The woods are dark and deep, but not particularly lovely. If anything, they feel dangerous, as if something terrible might come lurching out from behind any given tree and tear into the nearest warm body. What that terrible thing might be is anyone's guess. A cat with hands? Slenderman? Stegosaurus? Actual cannibal Shia LaBeouf? All of the above in a horrible mob? It's anyone's guess. But every dreamer will be absolutely convinced that there is something unspeakable out there, and that it's after them.
The dreamers have two things on their side. The first is that there is actually nothing dangerous lurking in these woods (with the possible exception of other dreamers). The pervasive terror the dreamers are feeling is just that: a rift-given feeling, nothing more and nothing less. That snapping twig or rustle in the undergrowth is almost certainly just a squirrel or something else equally harmless.
The second is that no dreamer is alone. They all will be reunited with - or introduced to - their dæmons, a source of comfort in this dark, intimidating wilderness. However frightened the dreamers might be, at least they have someone with them who definitely doesn't want them dead.
[OOC: as ever, any and all are welcome! You don't have to be in the game to join the fun. Dreamers can remember or forget the events of the dream at the players' discretion. And the party only stops when you want it to; feel free to backtag forever.]
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Well, she had been pushing it; that doesn't even seem arguable. It's just that she'd assumed he found it overwhelming in a bad way, not a good one. She's not entirely sure what to do with the knowledge that what she did was so unambiguously enjoyable for him that even though he can barely see straight, he's still asking her why she stopped. Granted, in other contexts, she'd just give herself a mental high-five and make a note of what he liked, but this is so much more intimate than just sex.
But maybe the same general rules apply? Are there rules? It's hard for her to imagine feeling the same way about this as he is, if their roles were reversed, but it's also hard to convince herself that this is horribly taboo when both he and Fausta were enjoying it so much.
She settles more comfortably on the ground beside him - it doesn't look as if he's going to be getting to his feet any time soon, so she might as well. Then she brushes her fingertips through his hair in a gentle curve from his temple to the nape of his neck. "Do you want me to keep going?" she asks quietly, catching his gaze.
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"Yes," Fausta answers.
Shortly after, Spike echoes the request. "Yes."
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She looks from Fausta to Spike and back, takes in their twin, trusting expressions, and decides she doesn't care what the catch is. From atop her head, Modomnoc lets out a little sigh.
"Okay." Sunshine presses a kiss to Spike's forehead, then pats the ground between them, inviting Fausta to curl up within easier reach. It's… cozy, in this somewhat ridiculous little hamster pile, and she can gently pet Fausta with one hand while simultaneously combing her fingers through Spike's hair with the other. He sags against her with a sigh not that dissimilar to her bee's. Weird, but not bad-weird. Better than last time.
And she forgets, for a while, to be afraid of the woods.