Here was the thing about James's intrusive thoughts, and why he, a Completely Heterosexual Man (tm), was only slightly alarmed by them: when you crawled, clawed, and scraped your way through Silent Hill, you saw things. And sometimes felt things, because the things you saw generally weren't content with just being looked at. Some of those things showed up in your dreams and made you wake up in both a cold sweat and an advanced state of arousal. Most of them were still fucking terrifying.
As bizarre and sometimes irritating as the not-even-remotely-ladylike Havoc Dynamite was, dreaming about his hands was an entirely welcome reprieve from the veritable rogues' gallery of other hands James's psyche had lined up to both tease and terrorize him at night.
Of course, all that rationalizing (of which he's done PLENTY since the dreams started) goes right out the window when Havoc's teeth close on his ear.
James sucked in a sharp breath, eyes popping open. His reply was a surprised gasp.
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As bizarre and sometimes irritating as the not-even-remotely-ladylike Havoc Dynamite was, dreaming about his hands was an entirely welcome reprieve from the veritable rogues' gallery of other hands James's psyche had lined up to both tease and terrorize him at night.
Of course, all that rationalizing (of which he's done PLENTY since the dreams started) goes right out the window when Havoc's teeth close on his ear.
James sucked in a sharp breath, eyes popping open. His reply was a surprised gasp.
"--y-yes!"