"How was it?" Nyx asks me.

"I can now fully say that you are full of surprises." I pant.

"Is your arm okay?" Nyx points at it.

"Yeah, it's fine. Your body must have enraged it with sweet energy." I move it around.

Nyx presses her face into my chest. I run my hand down her back. Her hair feels so soft. It feels like clouds and cotton combined. My head was blank which is such a relief. This has been a night of surprises and pleasures. I feel like so much pressure has been lifted, well most of the pleasure. 

"Does it hurt?" Nyx asks.

"Nope." I say.

She pokes it. I wince.

"Okay... fine, a little." I sigh.

"Figured as much." Nyx had the tone of 'I told you so'.

"Well... I don't want you to worry." I say.

"Worry about you?" Nyx asks.

"Yeah, a bit." I say.

"Well, you haven't convinced me otherwise." Nyx says.

I sit up in a startle. Worry about me? What am I doing wrong? I let out a cough as I feel sweat pour down my face, and it isn't because the blanket and Nyx were very hot. I wipe my face. What are you doing Goodfellow? You shouldn't be...

"Puck, earth to Puck, are you far off into dreamland?" Nyx asks.

"Yeah, you've ever been?" I ask.

"Maybe we should go together." Nyx smiles.

"Maybe, but my dreamland will look very different from yours." I say.

"Oh? I'm curious to see it." Nyx says.

I summon my glamour, but something feels wrong. What is this feeling? This darkness? This clotting feels strange to say the least. My glamour... my magic... the very energy that surges through my veins feels colder. It feels thicker like my veins have turned to mud. I feel something pouring down my throat as if tar was pouring through it. I let out a gasp for air. I see black smoke rising from my hand. I yank it away from Nyx.

"What? What is it Goodfellow?" She asks.

"I... I... did you not see it?" I pant.

"No, see what?" She asks.

"Never mind, let's just go to bed." I curl up.