Re: Non-com quarters
There was another soft, almost throaty chuckle from Tarja as she replied in a whisper ”so I can see…perhaps it is time to try something a little more advanced?” she said before kissing him again as her hands slowly started to remove his shirt.
It was snowing all around her as she ran through the forest, her breath billowing out in great white clouds as she shouted for brothers “Tuomas! Erik! Come back this isn’t funny! I want to go home!” but her cries for help went unanswered as she continued to run through the forest with the pink puffer jacket her mother had dressed her in doing little against the growing cold. Pushing through yet another dense thicket in the blind hope that she would see her little house in the woods, twelve years would seemingly pass in the blink of an eye and she would be standing over the gurgling body of a dying Russian with a blood stained knife in her hands. But this wasn’t the Russian boy she had killed all those years ago. No it was Andruss staring up at her with confused, pleading eyes as his blood welled up between his fingers as he desperately tried to hold the wound in his throat closed.
Suddenly there was the snap of a branch prompting her spin around just to see the Russian boy lunging at her with hatred in his dead eyes”
Awakening with a cry Tarja would struggle against her attacker, elbowing him in the ribs in order to escape arms holding her. It was only after she had fallen out of bed in a tangle of bedsheets with startled yelp and cracked her head upon the floor that the line between dreams and reality would return and that she would remember it was Andruss that was currently sharing her bed causing her to quietly swear as she lay on the cold, hard floor with a throbbing head ”Paska, paska, paska…”