Impassioned Prison

5 Degrees Of Inspiration

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Ok, don’t say I didn’t warn you – this is the full (abridged) dream in story form, NSFW, and all names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent….

Death is an awful thing, leaving one abandoned, torn, hollow where memories of those we lost reside. So Rhia understood Raiden’s absence, knew all to well the need to withdraw from everyone and everything reminding him of his best friend. Yet she went in search of him at the other’s behest, herself needing to know he was okay.
 
She went to his quarters, meaning to knock, but instead pushing open the barely-closed door. He sat in darkness, empty bottles glimmering in the light of the silent television screen, knees drawn to his chin, face chiseled out of stone. Rhia approached him slowly, noting the sweet smell of liquor permeating from his pores. Raiden was normally quite a jovial drunk…

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