[thatwasdark] "You may be frightened of some of the things you see." His voice is very quiet. Darcy is a child again. [ dreamscapes are too much fun to play with let me live ]
She doesn’t take it as a warning, but as permission. As if he has allowed her to feel fear, as if this isn’t shameful even though she’s a big kid now.
His index finger clutched in her chubby little fist, she nods fiercely, trying to put on a brave face for him. She is a big kid and she’s seen scary things in her dream before.
Terrible things.
She can’t tell her mom or daddy about the dreams, though, because the last time she did, mom said she couldn’t watch Power Rangers anymore.
Too violent.
She doesn’t believe Darcy when Darcy says it’s not from tv, that she has put her hands around a man’s neck and squeezed hard until he stopped breathing.
That her hands were big and freckles and strong, so strong— but they trembled, too.
The way Darcy’s hand trembles around Silver’s finger.
“Okay, Mister Silver.”
And there’s so much affection there, in that voice. So much blind admiration that melts away with age and experience and knowledge. With hurt and betrayal.
“I’m ready!”
