The attempts to squirrel his way free are getting annoying, and she doesn't know what that fire is going to do, exactly. She doesn't want to risk another solid blow. Instead, she grabs him roughly by the neck, hopping to her feet and lifting him with unsettling ease before slamming him back against the wall.
"Last chance, Jack. Gimme something."
She backhands him again for emphasis- But as soon as she uses his name, there's another flicker of the static through the dream.
This time, instead of the world itself becoming more distant, her body changes. It becomes older, more tired, and- halfway to a third blow- she stops, her grasp of the writhing wolf in her grasp loosening, her eyes widening in surprise- and then horror, then fear.
She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Her lower lip shakes, and she drops him to the floor and takes a few steps back as if she'd been burnt, still staring at him in stunned panic.
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The attempts to squirrel his way free are getting annoying, and she doesn't know what that fire is going to do, exactly. She doesn't want to risk another solid blow. Instead, she grabs him roughly by the neck, hopping to her feet and lifting him with unsettling ease before slamming him back against the wall.
"Last chance, Jack. Gimme something."
She backhands him again for emphasis- But as soon as she uses his name, there's another flicker of the static through the dream.
This time, instead of the world itself becoming more distant, her body changes. It becomes older, more tired, and- halfway to a third blow- she stops, her grasp of the writhing wolf in her grasp loosening, her eyes widening in surprise- and then horror, then fear.
She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Her lower lip shakes, and she drops him to the floor and takes a few steps back as if she'd been burnt, still staring at him in stunned panic.