your poker face ain't fooling nobody
rara
11-21-2019, 07:58 PM
Exhaustion took him and held him tightly as any worry or emotion seemed to slip away from him. Samara’s voice was all he knew, and the matching rhythm of her gentle touch. Rhyme relaxed in on himself, clung to the closeness of the woman beside him and fully embraced the call of sleep. He didn’t know if it had been him avoiding sleep, or sleep avoiding him but it didn’t matter as he limbs went limp and he slipped heavily into unconsciousness.
-hours later-
”Rhyme? Rhyme. Rhyme!”
The once alpha’s eyes shot open at his name rang through his ears. He would have slept the next few days if allowed, but he felt completely awake. As he lifted his head he realized he wasn’t alone. Samara was tucked against his shoulder, her tiny form was warm against his thin fur. He placed his head back down, his mind clearer than it had been in weeks. However painful the pounding of his head was.
”Rhyme!” He jumped as he heard Shaye behind him and he quickly shifted to try and see her. Of course she was gone by the time he’d moved his head around, but it was enough that he felt the fog swallowing him back up. He had to find Shaye. Rhyme looked back to Samara again, his internal struggle pulling in both directions. He hurt if he chose reality and Samara and he would hurt if he chose Shaye and her phantom promises.
His body made the final decision, he wasn’t ready to stand yet. Rhyme found it easier to bury his nose in Samara’s scruff and focus on her perfumed scent. He wrapped his neck around her again, and held tight for all he was worth. Which wasn’t much anymore.
-hours later-
”Rhyme? Rhyme. Rhyme!”
The once alpha’s eyes shot open at his name rang through his ears. He would have slept the next few days if allowed, but he felt completely awake. As he lifted his head he realized he wasn’t alone. Samara was tucked against his shoulder, her tiny form was warm against his thin fur. He placed his head back down, his mind clearer than it had been in weeks. However painful the pounding of his head was.
”Rhyme!” He jumped as he heard Shaye behind him and he quickly shifted to try and see her. Of course she was gone by the time he’d moved his head around, but it was enough that he felt the fog swallowing him back up. He had to find Shaye. Rhyme looked back to Samara again, his internal struggle pulling in both directions. He hurt if he chose reality and Samara and he would hurt if he chose Shaye and her phantom promises.
His body made the final decision, he wasn’t ready to stand yet. Rhyme found it easier to bury his nose in Samara’s scruff and focus on her perfumed scent. He wrapped his neck around her again, and held tight for all he was worth. Which wasn’t much anymore.
