realization hit the ‘wolf like a ton of bricks, body seizing up and head jerking straight. memories slammed into mind unrelenting, threatening to drown eli under the sudden onslaught of sensory memories pressing at the edges of mind. no, no, no, not again. heart was lodged in throat, vines were encroaching around rib, and the ‘wolf could do little but try and ride the memories out, could do little but try to come out the other side unscathed. wide eyed gaze settled on the demon but the ‘wolf did not respond — could not respond, unable to drag himself from the thorns ensnared around him.
he expected some sort of response from the other, but all the same, the demon knew fully well that he would obtain one soon enough. if it wasn’t right away, by the end of this little ‘session’ there would be no doubt about it that the ‘wolf would be,
❝ aww, notfeeling up to talk right now? we’ll get there eventually. ❞ it was then he moved his right hand under eli’s chin,
Hellfirebound 