Dividing Lines (CA - Tiffany & Ionone)
Quote from Mae on December 26, 2020, 3:34 pmHow much time had passed? It felt like an eternity.
John opened his eyes to see a light cast on his boots. He thought before he opened his eyes that he kicked his covers off, and left the conditioner on in the window. It was an inconvenience to wake up feeling cold, and he had every intention to turn off the cold and get back under the blanket to finish his sleep. Oh, the bitterness of reality. The moment John realized he was not at home, he wondered why. The moment he remembered why, his heart skipped a beat.
"Oh my!" His exclamation might've been, if not for his mouth gagged. He realized then that he was tied, and he began to remember the werewolf - the last thing he saw before he went out - when then, he heard her breathing beside him.
How much time had passed? It felt like an eternity.
John opened his eyes to see a light cast on his boots. He thought before he opened his eyes that he kicked his covers off, and left the conditioner on in the window. It was an inconvenience to wake up feeling cold, and he had every intention to turn off the cold and get back under the blanket to finish his sleep. Oh, the bitterness of reality. The moment John realized he was not at home, he wondered why. The moment he remembered why, his heart skipped a beat.
"Oh my!" His exclamation might've been, if not for his mouth gagged. He realized then that he was tied, and he began to remember the werewolf - the last thing he saw before he went out - when then, he heard her breathing beside him.
Quote from Indy on January 9, 2021, 10:43 pmThe werewolf regarded John with a flick of her ears. She wasn't worried he would escape his bonds. Ionone had secured them well with what tools she'd had available, and besides, doubted he would find much strength immediately after chasing off the affects of the toxins.
She had bigger concerns.
"Tiffany," she whispered, her fingertips aggressively rubbing warmth into her packmate's slick, icy shoulders.
"Tiffany," she repeated again, the agony of the repeated word drawing taut on her voice, "Tiffany, please wake up.... Tiffany...".
The werewolf regarded John with a flick of her ears. She wasn't worried he would escape his bonds. Ionone had secured them well with what tools she'd had available, and besides, doubted he would find much strength immediately after chasing off the affects of the toxins.
She had bigger concerns.
"Tiffany," she whispered, her fingertips aggressively rubbing warmth into her packmate's slick, icy shoulders.
"Tiffany," she repeated again, the agony of the repeated word drawing taut on her voice, "Tiffany, please wake up.... Tiffany...".
Quote from Mae on January 14, 2021, 3:07 am"Tiffany."
"Tiffany..."
"Tiffany..."John began to squirm. He began to tremble. He was afraid, and he moved to try and be rid of his bonds, but he could not do it. When his panic began to escalate he squirmed harder. When he squirmed harder to no effect, he began to tremble more violently.
Then, a hand grabbed his. Tiffany likewise trembled, but it was a different trembling. One of her hands found John's, the other found Ionone's. Every breath she breathed became a little stronger and a little louder beside them, until her breaths were short of the words she intended by them.
John's trembling ceased the moment his hand was touched. He was frozen in fear, and yet he could sense to some degree the feelings of that touch beyond the skin. It was not something he understood, nor comprehended, but it was there.What transpired in the darkness beneath the Mountain of Tribulation no one could say. There was no eye that saw it, but even in the dark Tiffany's eyes were opened. She blinked and breathed, and held two hands with her own - two hands that were as different as the sun and the moon.
Continued in "The House of the Haunted"...
"Tiffany."
"Tiffany..."
"Tiffany..."
John began to squirm. He began to tremble. He was afraid, and he moved to try and be rid of his bonds, but he could not do it. When his panic began to escalate he squirmed harder. When he squirmed harder to no effect, he began to tremble more violently.
Then, a hand grabbed his. Tiffany likewise trembled, but it was a different trembling. One of her hands found John's, the other found Ionone's. Every breath she breathed became a little stronger and a little louder beside them, until her breaths were short of the words she intended by them.
John's trembling ceased the moment his hand was touched. He was frozen in fear, and yet he could sense to some degree the feelings of that touch beyond the skin. It was not something he understood, nor comprehended, but it was there.
What transpired in the darkness beneath the Mountain of Tribulation no one could say. There was no eye that saw it, but even in the dark Tiffany's eyes were opened. She blinked and breathed, and held two hands with her own - two hands that were as different as the sun and the moon.
Continued in "The House of the Haunted"...
