A stale black.

Silence, no sound.

A flicker of my eyes. Peering open, crawling from the shadows.

Bright, unfocused.

Sound slowly filtering in from around me.

It feels nice.

Quiet rustling.

Soothing.

The light exhales beside me.

the warmth of her.

It was... good.

she was

good.

High

High above the ground

far from the danger

That was were we were.

That is were we are.

It's no longer dark.

Closed. Her eyes were closed. Are closed. Still closed.

Her hand.

Its on me.

She doesn't know its on me.

Of course she doesn't.

I did something.

Bad.

Bad for me.

Didn't know it was bad.

Blood, on my teeth.

Her blood.

I didn't like it.

Yet I did.

Her eyes

Still closed.

Not always closed.

A deep breath.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Through my nose. Out of my nose.

Her scent.

It was around me, flooding my senses.

Comforting. Soothing.

Washing me in familiarity.

Every breathe, another stroke

Another stroke her

Another stroke of calm

Another stroke of something

Something familiar

Something-

Nice.

Nice-nice-nice

Nice

She was

Nice.

Good.

She is good.

She's always been- always has been- always will be

Nice.

The scent of air, high, high above the ground

The scent of her.

Her voice

So... something

It was always there

Its been there before.

Before what?

Behind the edge, behind the cliff I never see

Its been there

Its been in a place I can't see

I hear it

I hear it all to well

The chime of something... nice

High, the voice is high

A light with something....

Happy..

The voice is happy.

Its...

Just

It makes me happy...

Happy....

So happy

So... nice

Beneath the shirt of my chest

I feel happy.

Beneath my skin

She makes me feel nice

Everywhere

Her hand

It'll graze me

Her legs, they will touch me

Her arms, can embrace me-

Pressed against her

Covering her

Protecting her

Wherever she touches is agonizing

Bad.

Its bad

It

It burns

It is burning.

Bad burning

Burning all too hotly

I could pull away.

I should pull away.

no.

I don't want to pull away

I don't want to stop touching her, feeling her, breathing her

Running myself across her, rubbing my essence onto her

Spreading her burn across my own.

The burn feels too..

GOOD.

Hurt was like pain

A pain that stung

But

This

This felt good

Too good.

I don't-

I can't

I'd never

If anything could take me from this

From her

I would...

Hurt it.

Something...

Anything-

Open my mouth and hold.

Hold down.

Tear down

Break it apart

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She's close to me.

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I want to be closer.

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Moving closer won't hurt her.

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Wrapping my arms tightly around her won't hurt her

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Nestling myself among her limbs won't pain her

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Moving closer burns.

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It burns me.

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It burns my skin, and all fleshy parts beneath.

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Does it burn her too?

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Lol- so how'd I do? I was trying to type from the hunter's perspective, but I'm not too sure that the whole idea got across

He doesn't have a grip on his mind. Sometimes he can hold down thoughts properly, others it's jumbled into a mess of instinctual urges, and in this chapter, he using just a little more of his reasoning.

As much as he can reason, lol. If you couldnt quite tell, he was trying to describe his attraction. To you. Lol that's embarrassing to say XD

No matter what thought he has, it's always influenced greatly by instincts, and will ALWAYS have a base animistic sense to them.

So in summary:

Hunter boi tries to hold down some rational thoughts about his hot companion, proceeds to flounder like a child holding wet soap.