Post by Marsten "Mars" Jones on May 14, 2015 2:47:23 GMT -8
"I dont think he wants it" Whispers. It saddened him knowing that Leland was in a fucked up place right now. " Lets lay down." -d
Lana:
That bothered her, that statement ... how does one make someone want to be help themselves, so others can help them? There was a little nod, however; at his statement ... and inched herself closer to the bed. Given the opportunity, she'd probably just lean back toward the mattress in hopes of pulling him off of his feet and onto the mattress itself. Sometimes it was simply nice to sprawl, to lay where one fell. [d]
Mars:
Mars didn't fight her. Boots kicked off and he was soon laying down on the bed. Resting on his back, he drew her close and against him. Blues rose up to the cavern ceiling. He had recently installed a ceiling fan, so he was silent, watching the fan's blades as it spun, lulling him to sleep. -d
Lana:
It hardly took much to pull her in close, her head coming to a rest over his heart to feel and hear it thudding beneath her ear. The rise and fall of his chest eventually pulling her into sleep, much like the fan had done to him in the first place. One arm was stretched across his torso, and fingers curled and laced between the fingers of his hand as well. [d]
Mars:
It was the blades of the fan that had lulled him though it had sent him in to a different type of dream scape. The soft pppftt ppppfft ppppfft lulling, in his minds eye he saw the blades of a helicopter. OD green and the yells and hollars of his comrades as the gunfire would explode about him. He could smell the sweat and blood, the sand and feel the heat of the sun beating down on him. The sight of the Master Vampire turning his eyes upon him. All was being seen in his dream. Though in reality, Marsten's expression was dulled, zoned out at best, his blues distant and glassy eyed. Hands were wrapped about a slender column of a throat, squeezing, choking as he was straddling Lana. Though it was his hands, his body doing the frightening thing, his eyes told the story of a man not being home. -d
Lana:
Peaceful sleep was an impossible thing to come by in times of stress, and tonight was hardly any different ... but if she'd had any idea that his dreams would have turned so violent, she may very well have thanked her lucky stars for the mild nightmares she suffered through. At first, the sensation upon weight upon her torso was chalked up to her dream - but as his hands closed down around her throat, sleep vanished in seconds. Baby blue eyes widened as she arrived at the realization that he was choking her, and initially ... she had enough air to beseech him, "Mars ... stop ..." Both of her hands inched up to the hands wrapped around the slender stalk of her throat, at first gently trying to pry them away. [d]
Mars:
Lips twitched, pressed to a firm line as he stared past her, not at her. His grasp was tight, crushing. Unyielding. He could not hear her even as she tried to call to him. -d
Lana:
Precious air was impossible to suck in through her nose or mouth at this point, the pressure was impossible to withstand. The panic began to set in as she realized he'd slipped into the same state she'd seen him in before - but this time, she was the one at the mercy of his hands. Fingertips and nails began to dig into the fingers clutching tightly about her throat, and her body bucked beneath him; legs twitching as she attempted to dislodge him with the jostling movement - even if her body carried much less weight, and therefore momentum, than his own. Given time ... those nails would resort to scratching at his arms, neck, and even face. [d]
Mars:
Tears of flesh would be made, raking down forearms, shoulders and evenface. Leaving riddled red welts and beaded drops of blood to spill. Then suddenly he was there, his pupils dilated and he blinked. Releasing her suddenly he sat back on his heels. " L-Lana?!" He was beside himself at the moment, with what had just occurred. The horror on his face indicated how he felt and how scared he realized how quickly he could have ended her. " Lana baby.." "Im soo sorry!" He was trying to reach out to her though he drew his hands back scared he would hurt her more. -d
Lana:
The edges of her vision had drawn gray, drifting to black as unconsciousness lurked in the background ... and the thudding of her heart had begun to slow, her face tingled from the lack of bloodflow. But it all suddenly eased up,and she sucked in a sharp breath with a cry of relief, followed by a harsh set of hacking coughs. Her left hand flew up to her throat, which was undoubtedly bruising - if not at least red from where his grip had been. She was wheezing, but her eyes hardly held anger in his direction - no, she recognized the vacant expression upon his features from prior. And now ... he was hesitating in reaching out to her, that in itself pained her immensely. "I'm okay ... baby, I'm okay ..." She swallowed hard, god it ached and burned in her throat; but she found more words. "You had an episode ..." [d]
Mars:
Broken, Marsten felt broken. Hands curled into fists inbetween his thighs as he was kneeling on the bed. Body trembled and he started to rock slowly back and forth, hands coming up to lightly thud against his skull.." Fuck.. Lana.. Im soo sorry.." His voice was pained, tight with emotion. -d
Lana:
No, no no ... she watched him begin to rock, and the raw emotion that spilled up and out of her throat in a little squeak was wholly unanticipated. "Baby ... please," now that her vision had cleared for the most part, save for a few little spots of darkness here and there; she was able to fixate her full attention upon him. "It's not your fault ... I'm okay, I promise." Now it was her turn to scramble up to her knees, closing the gap between herself and Marsten in an effort to support him. "Look at me, okay? Look at me ... it's not your fault." [d]
Mars:
Marsten shook his head, even as she assured him, she had scrambled up to touch him and try to coax him, he was drawing away from her. " Im sorry.." Slipping off the bed, he seemed unhinged as he turned and took off with a the fierce urge to run away. To run so far until he couldnt run anymore. He found his feet slapping the sandy floor of the tunnels as he got lost within them until he had some point found the surface and was getting lost, racing through the forest. -d
Lana:
"Mars!" She cried out after him, and in seconds she'd followed him through the winding ... twisting ... confounding tunnels. Being beneath the surface of the Earth seemed to give her a strange feeling of vertigo, and it took her longer than she'd hoped to make it to the surface. "Marsten!" Her voice echoed through the forest, hoarse as it may have been, it still managed to make it up to a screaming level ... Agony ripped at her insides in ways she didn't understand, far outweighing the heat and sting of the tears streaming down her cheeks. Following someone as well trained as he, with natural instincts for the wild? Much harder than she'd hoped for ... but she set out into the night, barefoot and terrified. [d]