your poker face ain't fooling nobody

She kissed his neck, the motion was much like a steel and flint being struck together. Her tongue against his skin sent out sparks in an attempt to ignite his will to continue on. Her voice was soft but full of the emotions she felt alongside him. She would admit to staying beside him, but she offered up her commitment to saving him. Samara couldn’t save him from himself though. He held her tight as he struggled internally, there was a lot of pain to endure and Rhyme struggled with the doubt that he could handle it all. The easy way tempted him, and clung to him seductively.

Did he want to be saved?

”I have to.” He didn’t want to admit to reality, more than anything he wanted to live in his fantasy. Rhyme wanted to be with Shaye. Samara’s warmth was intense though, and the old warrior was drawn to her vibrant life. Reality was cruel and harsh, but the little Klein woman was sweet and warm. The cold pull of death lessened as Rhyme dived into Rara and the cruel reality that came with her.

With a sharp gasp Rhyme seemed to burst through the icy cold surface between the hallucinogenic fog, and the clear pain of reality. Freedom was a long ways away, but coming through the veil was the first step. ”It hurts.” He muttered through grit teeth as battle waged invisibly beneath the surface. He buried his features into her thick fur, his dehydration even more evident as he sobbed tearlessly against her.