As full darkness surrounded her again, the only thing that brought her back to life here was her breath. Feeling, hearing, almost seeing it in a shimmer through the all blackness of her dreams. Fia had always been light on sleep, somehow she functioned well given the circumstances. But ever since she was young it was only a few hours here and there, never a full's night, or day in the Mendacium hours.

As her view pulled back she could see herself for a moment, eyes searching over the nothing around her. Everything felt so vaguely familiar. A paw barely lifted from the surface below her, not even disconnecting with the hidden floor to reveal the rippling waterlike grounds under her. They felt like nothing, but it was a feeling just by looking at them. Walking on water, or more like thinned oil. She took a deep breath, finding herself back into herself, knowing she was dreaming and almost remembering the last time she was here. Here. She'd see soon if here was really here, but none the less it was another dream to wake up and bury beneath everything else. Flashbacks of the giant brute she imagined, almost like a ghost pain or feeling of him deep inside her. But she still stood without a twitch of movement. Nothing exciting for the brute to stumble in on this time. Just her and perhaps the memory.

"Fiametta"

That first exhale into the void was what summoned the monster this time. Her breath, sparkling like crystals in the abyss, sent out ripples imperceptible to all but the occupant of this prison, alerting him like the struggles of a fly in a spider's web. Moving like a wraith through the darkness, he found her standing, waiting. For him? Almost assuredly. There was nothing else here. But there could be. Oh, how there could be anything they desired in here. The crimson brute's form appeared beneath her paws, staring up at her through the rippling water-like surface of the void she stood on. When she would look down, she would see him standing beside her. But if she were to look up, she was still alone. Moros tipped his head, studying her, considering her. He hadn't taken the time to really drink her in the last time she was here. He had been far too focused on other parts of her to care. Now... he was seeing her.

After a moment of quiet study, he materialized beside her without sound or motion, just suddenly beside her in the blink of an eye as if he had phased through the water instantaneously to her side of the void. "Hello again, my beautiful girl," he crooned to her with low, purring words in his deep baritone voice. If she hadn't noticed he'd appeared next to her before, she would know for sure now. Abyssal black eyes roved over her form, taking in her supple curves with lecherous desire while curious mind followed the flame pattern in her coat. Definitely Alastor's child. "You gave me many pleasures last time you visited, but none of them were your name," he spoke in velvety tones, taking a step closer to her to gently brush his shoulder against her side, aching to feel her body against his again. Was she looking for a repeat performance of last time? Or was she here for other purposes?

"Moros"

As the dark brute appeared under her paws, Fia didn't move a muscle. Not out of fear, but almost just locked into place as they met eyes in the reflection of the familiar dark surface under her. Abyssal eyes searched over the form of the brute standing next to her, but she could feel his missing presence there. Only looking at her through what felt like another dimension underneath her. And maybe that's what it was.

When his voice rang out beside her, her gaze turned up to see him there beside her now. Her face held a mostly blank expression, it was easy to tell she wasn't afraid of the dark demon. Not only had they shared something hot and intimate when she had seen him here last, she knew nothing could hurt her here. Regardless of how much it felt like it.

She didn't move, the brute hungrily observing every bit of her like they had never met before, or maybe more that he hadn't looked at her enough the last she dreamed of him. "It's you." She stated plainly, maybe not thinking she'd ever imagine this man ever again. Just a one time thing, maybe see someone new the next time she found herself in the mindset that brought her here last time.

He asked for her name, pushing himself against her body as if she didn't care for the contact, she didn't. She took a hard breath in, the sensations of his physical touch a reminder of the last they were together in this dream. Perhaps he could sense the boiling under her skin, the longing urge he too felt by the way he looked at her. "Fia." She dragged her breath, turning her cheek towards him as he had moved down the length of her body. She wasn't here for any reason. Only if the fill the physical desire that she had been missing since the night she woke up. A deep painful longing she couldn't fulfil in the real world.

"Fiametta"