[ He can't move. Sleep has taken him brutally, left him half-roused and vulnerable in his sprawled state -- somewhere in the bowels of the Last Dance, he is full of drink and smoke and exhaustion. When Archangel finds him through their Communion, he cannot ward him off; they are of the same aspect, after all.
He is touched, and when his consciousness rises, he feels paralyzed. A sense of dread, of sickly-sweet heat, a wanting for the familiarity of being woken by a soft touch upon his face. For a moment, he mistakes Archangel's voice, and though he cannot move himself, his brain stutters between (relief) and (horror).
Breathily, he says, as if caught in a dream: ] Are you done with your duties already, snt.nb?
oh i have a great idea | cw allusions to sexual assault, victimhood
He is touched, and when his consciousness rises, he feels paralyzed. A sense of dread, of sickly-sweet heat, a wanting for the familiarity of being woken by a soft touch upon his face. For a moment, he mistakes Archangel's voice, and though he cannot move himself, his brain stutters between (relief) and (horror).
Breathily, he says, as if caught in a dream: ] Are you done with your duties already, snt.nb?