It's been a while since she's had a pleasant dream, y'know?
Of course, she doesn't even realize that this romantic gondola ride with Alfred-- with the stereotypical man in a striped shirt, singing unintelligibly with a French accent and everything --even is a dream until something begins to rock the boat. She doesn't think anything of it at first, leaning nestled back against her beloved, giggling as he dangles a cluster of grapes above her head. She tries to sit up, snapping at the bunch with a playful growl, but he teases her, pulling them just out of her reach.
"You're awful! C'mon--" she laughs, wiggling against him. He dangles, she snaps, and again the grapes are yanked from her reach. He cries out, startled, and she realizes that time wasn't on purpose.
The rocking starts to become violent, and they're both nearly tipped from the vessel. Her arm shoots out to one side to steady them, the other gripping onto his leg to keep him secured beneath her. Looking over her shoulder, some giant beast rises from the water, generating waves that threaten-- no, promise --to send them tumbling into the water, and Seras is quick to determine that her options are to dive and escape the worst of it, or get swept away with the tide. Alfred gasps, cries her name. A tidal wave rises above them, stories high. It's going to pull them under whether she's ready or not. She turns to toss her arms around him, his wings envelope them both-- do either of them know how to swim? It doesn't matter.
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[1/2] July 8th | Castle | [[cw: SMUT, consensual somnophilia, more added when necessary]]
Date: 2022-07-10 05:37 am (UTC)Of course, she doesn't even realize that this romantic gondola ride with Alfred-- with the stereotypical man in a striped shirt, singing unintelligibly with a French accent and everything --even is a dream until something begins to rock the boat. She doesn't think anything of it at first, leaning nestled back against her beloved, giggling as he dangles a cluster of grapes above her head. She tries to sit up, snapping at the bunch with a playful growl, but he teases her, pulling them just out of her reach.
"You're awful! C'mon--" she laughs, wiggling against him. He dangles, she snaps, and again the grapes are yanked from her reach. He cries out, startled, and she realizes that time wasn't on purpose.
The rocking starts to become violent, and they're both nearly tipped from the vessel. Her arm shoots out to one side to steady them, the other gripping onto his leg to keep him secured beneath her. Looking over her shoulder, some giant beast rises from the water, generating waves that threaten-- no, promise --to send them tumbling into the water, and Seras is quick to determine that her options are to dive and escape the worst of it, or get swept away with the tide. Alfred gasps, cries her name. A tidal wave rises above them, stories high. It's going to pull them under whether she's ready or not. She turns to toss her arms around him, his wings envelope them both-- do either of them know how to swim? It doesn't matter.
She has to hold on, for both of their sakes.