Vivika Dream 1/22/24 8:15 AM
Vivika
We were doing a heist or something. I needed to go in and distract, I guess.
I put on a helm/mask before going in the door. There was a man, a couch. He looked like he had been waiting for me, but he thought I was someone else. He started asking me questions in rapid order and getting more frustrated as I tried to think of answers and didn’t have the chance to respond before he asked another.
“Ugh, you always do this. What’s wrong with you? I thought you were going to take this seriously this time. Just tell me what what happened to you, so I have some closure. You know what, forget it. I’m done.”
I panicked, I had to do something. He was turning to leave, and I couldn’t have him leaving the room yet. I reached out and caught his hand. I took off the helm.
I could tell he was leaving before, that he wasn’t planning to come back, but now his expression changed into something else, a sudden thunderstorm of emotion and anger. Whoever he’d thought I was, he must think I had hurt them. And then his expression changed again. He wasn’t angry. Something about him felt comforting, calming, safe. I moved with him to the couch and we sat next to each other, still looking into his face, seeing a warmth and care I’d never felt before.
I felt … safe.
Until I didn’t.
It all faded away like a cloud of smoke in a rainstorm as the anger and wrath bubbled through the Calm Emotions or similar he’d cast on me vanished, the safety and comfort gone like a sweet smell. It wasn’t just that he was angry, the feeling was danger, and power.
He hadn’t called anyone else in to help him deal with me, he didn’t feel threatened by me at all. Not a good sign.
Posted 1/31/2024
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