[It's a small glimmer of hope, but one that she reaches out to fully to try and wrangle back, especially when he feels him push against her, and she takes that as an invitation to try to deepen the kiss. She drags him down with her, fingers still gripping his chin until she's sunk down to the pillow, lost briefly within the kiss. That aggression in his lips is still a familiar act—one that would not be so farfetched in a normal dream with the way he touches her cheek.
But it's when she feels his claws graze against her throat in that less than tender way that she wrenches out of it, that love and passion and hope crumbling into fear within seconds. His hands are there again, gripping, and her eyes snap open.
It didn't work...
She keeps her lips pressed to his, using this opportunity to distract him with a bite to his lip, or a press of her tongue beyond the seams of his while her hand falls to fumble around, searching for something that she could use. The sword is out of her reach, but she wouldn't dare use it on him, not even in this state...
The drawer of the side table slides open, and she feels something glassy and heavy inside. Doesn't matter what it is. She wraps her fingers around the top of it, pulls it out, and swings it upward to crash it against the side of Eustace's head.]
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But it's when she feels his claws graze against her throat in that less than tender way that she wrenches out of it, that love and passion and hope crumbling into fear within seconds. His hands are there again, gripping, and her eyes snap open.
It didn't work...
She keeps her lips pressed to his, using this opportunity to distract him with a bite to his lip, or a press of her tongue beyond the seams of his while her hand falls to fumble around, searching for something that she could use. The sword is out of her reach, but she wouldn't dare use it on him, not even in this state...
The drawer of the side table slides open, and she feels something glassy and heavy inside. Doesn't matter what it is. She wraps her fingers around the top of it, pulls it out, and swings it upward to crash it against the side of Eustace's head.]