[ Syrlya finds that, when he speaks, his voice is not his own at all. It's Trahearne's.
Now with distance between them, Syrlya will also see that his dream self is lacking a shirt. At least. No burn scar.
Dream-Syrlya swiftly steps in to close the distance again, tightly wrapping his arms around Syrlya's shoulders. There is no affection in the motion--it feels more as though he's trying to keep him in place.
Another shift, another wave of uncomfortable pleasure.
"I'm giving you want you want, Trahearne. Then perhaps you'll leave me alone." ]
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Now with distance between them, Syrlya will also see that his dream self is lacking a shirt. At least. No burn scar.
Dream-Syrlya swiftly steps in to close the distance again, tightly wrapping his arms around Syrlya's shoulders. There is no affection in the motion--it feels more as though he's trying to keep him in place.
Another shift, another wave of uncomfortable pleasure.
"I'm giving you want you want, Trahearne. Then perhaps you'll leave me alone." ]