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[Mar 3] [The 10th Kingdom] Paralyzed
Title: Paralyzed
Day/Theme: 3. Your heaving chest.
Series: The 10th Kingdom
Character/Pairing: Virginia/Wolf
Rating: PG (I think)
Virginia had always heard of people who froze when terrified, and thought it ridiculous. People who couldn’t put some distance between themselves and what was scary didn’t last long, she had thought, and now some part of her paralyzed mind remembered that.
She had never been more scared in her life, not even when the Troll King had put the iron shoes on the fire, and yet she was completely unable to take a step away. Her hands were still on the knot. She felt the rope strain under her fingers as Wolf leaned into them, arching away from the beam at his back, and towards her.
His breath was hot. She could feel it in feverish puffs along her throat and face as he panted. His incisors had lengthened into feral points, and his eyes blazed inhuman gold. He would kill her if he got loose, he had said so, and worst of all, she had believed him, no matter what she pretended. All of these things should’ve sent her scampering for the nearest shelter, the heaviest door with the the sturdiest lock. They didn’t.
She stood there, wide-eyed and trembling, watching him. Wolf was gasping for breath around the too-sharp teeth. He jerked against the ropes holding him, almost struggling before he remembered that he was supposed to be tied. Heat rolled off him, and sweat soaked his clothes. Even the rope was a little damp. It was quivering with the force of his heartbeat. Virginia was only inches away, absorbing the bonfire of need and hunger that radiated off him. He whimpered suddenly, and she blinked as if a spell had been broken.
It wasn’t fear that kept her rooted there, another part of her mind realized. She ran like a park squirrel when she was really afraid. This was another emotion entirely, and when she became aware of which emotion that was, she did become afraid. And in that fear, she did turn to run, but not without a quavering promise to be back.
Day/Theme: 3. Your heaving chest.
Series: The 10th Kingdom
Character/Pairing: Virginia/Wolf
Rating: PG (I think)
Virginia had always heard of people who froze when terrified, and thought it ridiculous. People who couldn’t put some distance between themselves and what was scary didn’t last long, she had thought, and now some part of her paralyzed mind remembered that.
She had never been more scared in her life, not even when the Troll King had put the iron shoes on the fire, and yet she was completely unable to take a step away. Her hands were still on the knot. She felt the rope strain under her fingers as Wolf leaned into them, arching away from the beam at his back, and towards her.
His breath was hot. She could feel it in feverish puffs along her throat and face as he panted. His incisors had lengthened into feral points, and his eyes blazed inhuman gold. He would kill her if he got loose, he had said so, and worst of all, she had believed him, no matter what she pretended. All of these things should’ve sent her scampering for the nearest shelter, the heaviest door with the the sturdiest lock. They didn’t.
She stood there, wide-eyed and trembling, watching him. Wolf was gasping for breath around the too-sharp teeth. He jerked against the ropes holding him, almost struggling before he remembered that he was supposed to be tied. Heat rolled off him, and sweat soaked his clothes. Even the rope was a little damp. It was quivering with the force of his heartbeat. Virginia was only inches away, absorbing the bonfire of need and hunger that radiated off him. He whimpered suddenly, and she blinked as if a spell had been broken.
It wasn’t fear that kept her rooted there, another part of her mind realized. She ran like a park squirrel when she was really afraid. This was another emotion entirely, and when she became aware of which emotion that was, she did become afraid. And in that fear, she did turn to run, but not without a quavering promise to be back.