Waking Nightmare
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Angst › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Angst › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,251
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Waking Nightmare
Title: Waking Nightmare
Style: 500 Word Fic
Rating: PG for nakedness
Summery: Franz wakes to find some nightmares are real.
When I say your name, things always get better. You name is protection to me. It is the ultimate cheat code within the game of life. When I call up the shield of your name, there in nothing on Earth that can harm me or scare me. Perhaps that is why when we are together like this, I call your name so feverishly. I am too shy to call out your name to your face, but I can when we are so close and I don‘t think you‘re listening to me. As close as we are now, naked bodies entwined beneath the sheets. Even if you are sleeping and cannot hear me; even if your black wings take you far from me; I will call out your name when I need you most. For yours in the name I most prize in all the world, and yours in the name that keep me safe from the darkest and most feared of illusions. Illusions that rest heavily upon my body and my conscious with their furry head and their rumbling purr. It is only your name that keeps me calm when I am so afraid, and only your presence that sooths the panic that wells deep within my chest when I confront the things that I know I can’t handle by myself. Panic that comes on velvet paws yet hides razor claws. In this place, with you, it is you I call for and not the help of cold and sterile outside assistance. In this moment of terror, it is you I plea for and not an uncaring machine. Though I love them, I love you more. I never can say it out loud, but I do. I do enough to call out for you at my most desperate moments knowing that you will save me. Even if that call is the softest whisper, for fear a louder call might wake the sleeping beast of horror that lies so near to me. But still, I call you. And if you love me…if you love me as I love you…you’ll answer my call and be my savior yet again. You’ll once again shield me and hold me close and reassure me that nothing will happen to me. You’ll wake to my frightened and pleading eyes locked to yours and you’ll know the monster from your subconscious has escaped again, in a blackness that rests it’s bestial head against my fragile naked hip while my heart threatens to burst from my chest. Please…If you love me…You’ll wake up and save me. If you care for me in the least , you will answer my call. You’ll leave whatever wonderful dream you’re having to release me from this waking nightmare I’m in. Please…if you love me as I love you, hear my quiet, begging desperate plea to you. “Sebastian…” Can’t you hear it even in your slumber, how my voice shakes so? Doesn‘t that make you want to wake. “Make the kitty go away.”
Style: 500 Word Fic
Rating: PG for nakedness
Summery: Franz wakes to find some nightmares are real.
When I say your name, things always get better. You name is protection to me. It is the ultimate cheat code within the game of life. When I call up the shield of your name, there in nothing on Earth that can harm me or scare me. Perhaps that is why when we are together like this, I call your name so feverishly. I am too shy to call out your name to your face, but I can when we are so close and I don‘t think you‘re listening to me. As close as we are now, naked bodies entwined beneath the sheets. Even if you are sleeping and cannot hear me; even if your black wings take you far from me; I will call out your name when I need you most. For yours in the name I most prize in all the world, and yours in the name that keep me safe from the darkest and most feared of illusions. Illusions that rest heavily upon my body and my conscious with their furry head and their rumbling purr. It is only your name that keeps me calm when I am so afraid, and only your presence that sooths the panic that wells deep within my chest when I confront the things that I know I can’t handle by myself. Panic that comes on velvet paws yet hides razor claws. In this place, with you, it is you I call for and not the help of cold and sterile outside assistance. In this moment of terror, it is you I plea for and not an uncaring machine. Though I love them, I love you more. I never can say it out loud, but I do. I do enough to call out for you at my most desperate moments knowing that you will save me. Even if that call is the softest whisper, for fear a louder call might wake the sleeping beast of horror that lies so near to me. But still, I call you. And if you love me…if you love me as I love you…you’ll answer my call and be my savior yet again. You’ll once again shield me and hold me close and reassure me that nothing will happen to me. You’ll wake to my frightened and pleading eyes locked to yours and you’ll know the monster from your subconscious has escaped again, in a blackness that rests it’s bestial head against my fragile naked hip while my heart threatens to burst from my chest. Please…If you love me…You’ll wake up and save me. If you care for me in the least , you will answer my call. You’ll leave whatever wonderful dream you’re having to release me from this waking nightmare I’m in. Please…if you love me as I love you, hear my quiet, begging desperate plea to you. “Sebastian…” Can’t you hear it even in your slumber, how my voice shakes so? Doesn‘t that make you want to wake. “Make the kitty go away.”