Silk is itchy, don't be fooled into thinking it's not. If it's expensive it's not itchy, sure. But most silk is itchy.
Gwen preferred the cheep fabric that was smooth on one side, rough on the other, she didn't know the name for it... Was it flannel? Anyway, if she had to pick one, expensive silk would only be it, only if it was free though.
Too tired to think anyway, and yet her brain wanted conversation.
Now she was in something flowing, like a big fluffy night gown, and it was really soft too. The sheets she was laying in were very familiar, yet strange.
A huge pillow was under chest and head, more than enough to hug her arms around was the next thing her brain processed. They were still sore, everything was sore really, her limbs also itched a little.
'Mmm, did mom change the sheets? It smells… different in here.' her mind fogged, a dim light shining behind her closed eyes and it caused her to groan. The light moved and she relaxed again.
'Wait… I'm not home. I was kidnapped. I'm with Kevin.' she groaned again and felt something wet on her forehead. She turned her head slightly to try and move away and winced as she clung to the pillow as something warm wrapped around her suddenly.
"Wake up already, you're hogging the good pillow." a husky voice whispered on the back of her neck. She could only shiver and scoot away from the breath as she snuggled deeper into the pillow.
"Gwen, I'm serious, wake up." She shook her head gently, snuggling her face deeper into the pillow.
"Fine! But when you do wake up, if you even think of touching me, I'll do more than just burn your arms." the voice growled, something snuggled close to her back, its face buried in her neck. She just relaxed a little more and drifted back to sleep.
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"Gwendolen! My god, wake up!"
"Ben, stop harassing your cousin! Gwen, come on, let's get going."
"Grandpa, let's just leave her."
"Ben you stop that right now! Go get the picnic table back in the rust bucket."
"Yea whatever. I'm leaving her."
"Hey, stop that, it tickles!"
"Gweeeeen, breakfassst!"
"GET THOSE THINGS OUT OF MY FACE!"
"Why nerd, they're just your style."
"Paralysis Projectiles!"
"GRANDPA! Gwen's casting magic in the rust bucket!"
"I swear I'm going to throw you in that LAKE!"
"Both of you, stop fighting!"
"Gwen, mommy and daddy, well... We aren't really getting along right now. So we're going to be living in two different houses, ok? Won't that be fun to have two different bedrooms?"
"… Oh sweetie, don't cry."
"It's called 'your baby might die,' you two fight way too much. The stress may cause her to have a miscarriage! Go to a marriage councilor, for your child's sake!"
"I never really wanted to listen to them fight Grandpa, I feel bad for Gwen. How can she be so happy all the time?"
"Gwen..."
"Are you kidding me? The divorce papers say I get her over Christmas! You can shove it!"
"Where are you going! Dinner isn't ready yet!"
"DON'T slam that door young lady!"
"SHUT UP! EVERYTHING IS YOUR FAULT! GWEN DON'T LET THEM DO THIS!"
"Gwen… wake up. Come on sweet heart."
"I don't think she's ok, grandpa."
"Gwendolen... come on, your starting to scare me dear." a warm hand ran over her forehead and Gwen bolted up and started looking back and fourth quickly, sweat broken out across her face. She felt tears fall down her cheeks and felt arms around her waist.
"Calm down, I'm right here." a voice whispered on her neck. She just sat there, breathing out in heavy gasps and letting the tears fall.
'I… I thought those dreams had stopped? The therapist said I was over their divorce. But… what were those other voices?' she thought, grabbing the arms and turning to face the person.
It was Kevin, he didn't have a shirt on, just a pair of black jeans, he looked at her without any emotion. She clenched her left hand and slapped him with her right, shoving herself off the bed and into another persons arms.
"Gwendolen?! What's going on? What's wrong with you?" Gorg said oddly, she looked down at the woman as she began to sob, gripping the front of the nagas shirt.
"Take her to the main room." Kevin said after a pause, standing and holding his reddened cheek.
"But-"
"Just do it!" he barked, turning from both of them and sitting on the edge of the bed. Gorg looked from Kevin to Gwen, then turned away with Gwen and helped her out of the room and down the hall.
"What's wrong, Gwendolen? You're hysterical…" Gorg said softly, leading her into a door with a black glass wall. Gwen only shook her head as Gorg sat her on a comfortable chair inside the room. Gwen scooped up her feet and tucked them under her nightgown.
"You stay here, deary, I'll go get you something warm to drink." the motherly woman said, her blue flowing shirt covering the pregnant state she was in. She slithered off quietly, leaving Gwen with a hankie for her face in the quiet room.
With a sniffle, she brought her knees to her chest and looked around the room, it was like an observatory. She sighed and wiped her face, running her hand over the arms of the chair.
A quick beep later and the black screen dissolved to show a different type of black. Open space, swirls of red dust and a slow shooting stars. She shoved her face into her knees as the door made a soft creaking noise, she covered her ears with her arms in case Gorg tried to question her.
A plate was set down, and then a cup was by her face. She grabbed it and sipped at it before handing it back, not daring to look at her food-bringer.
She felt her hand being taken, but she only snatched it back. "Stop being a bitch." Kevin's voice barked as he snatched her hand from her and yanked her to her feet. She struggled to get away from him wordlessly as he pulled her against him.
"Damn it. Stop moving!" he barked, squeezing her wrists until she stopped. She glared at him as she shook.
"Turn the view option to area 14. Zoom in to third." Kevin barked, the door reopened and Hinu slithered in with a yawn, he crossed the floor until he was standing before a platform, then began fiddling with buttons.
"Let me go!" Gwen shouted, kicking at him.
Kevin rolled his eyes and turned her to the screen forcefully, her back to his chest. The window screen jutted forward, stars blazing past them until it went through a fogged mist. "Can you tell what that is? No, of course not." he threw her to the chair and waved his hand at Hinu.
"Back it up." he said simply, his glare heated. Hinu nodded and pulled something forward. The screen pulled back and Gwen felt like vomiting as the vertigo effect moved over her.
Earth sat there, the moon just in the corner of the screen. Gwen felt her legs go out, even though she was sitting and she slid to the floor. "Why Gwenafer, what's the matter?" Kevin asked with an evil smirk.
"Where am I?" she muttered sadly, watching the screen.
"Bother him about it," Kevin said as he pointed to Hinu and pulled up a second chair away from her.
"Oh how the feelings turn." Hinu mumbled, resting his elbows on the podium.
"Shut it dog-boy." Kevin growled, kicking his boots off, he sat there topless as he watched the world spin. Gwen watched the screen as she was pushed back into her chair. She watched as the two men argued. She sniffled and shook her head.
"Look," Kevin stood and grabbed Gwen's hand, pulling her back to her feet, "does she look happy? No she's doesn't fucking look happy." he screamed.
"I advise you to stop screaming. You'll stress your system and bruise her arm." Hinu said, a slight smirk on his face. Kevin thrust his fist forward as a burst of fire shot toward him, his hand engulfed in flames.
"What the hell is going on?!" Gwen shrieked, pulling her hand away from Kevin as he glared at her.
"Fuck it!" he barked, throwing another fireball in Hinu's direction as he stormed out of the room, shoving things by as he went.
"Are you-"
"Will you go after him?!" Hinu barked, blowing a flame off the wall and moving his tail away from falling ashes. Gwen sighed and stood, running out of the room and looking into the hallway.
'Why the hell am I going after him?' she thought angrily. 'He's nothing but a pompous, ignorant-'
"Hush Druce! If you aren't quiet she'll hear us…" a feminine voice whispered, and Gwen sighed and veered right, following the trail of destruction and muffled voices.
"I'm going to find you this time damn it. This is pissing me off." she hissed, sliding past a dented in door. Whispered giggles turned her down another hall, and she finally found herself at a hurriedly slammed door. She glared and stomped toward it, slamming her fists against it to let whoever was inside know she was out there.
"Open up, Kevin!" she shouted angrily.
"I alreadY TOld you to FUCK OFF!" his voice went in and out, like he was in pain.
"Kevin what the hell is wrong with you?" she said franticly, pounding on the door harder.
"Shut up!" he screamed back.
"Kevin don't you dare make me bust this door in!" she screamed. After a few seconds of silence she wrestled with the doorknob. "Why does it always have to be locked!" she mumbled, twisting her fingers around the knob as they glowed red.
"Unlock damn it!" she hissed, the spell sliding in the side of the door. She pushed and wrestled some more, but still got nothing.
'Fine. Have it your way!' she thought as she stepped back. She put her hands together and breathed out slowly.
"HYA!"
The door went flying in as Gwen lowered her leg, smoke and dust came up as if the room hadn't been used in centuries. She heard more giggles and she looked inside, waving her arm to clear the dust. A dull fire light came into view.
"Go... go away." a strange voice hissed. She squinted her eyes and coughed gently as she walked in.
"Kevin? Where are you?" she asked as the dust hit her harder. She dropped to her knees and fanned away the clouds with both hands desperately.
"Go away!" the voice hissed again.
"Kevin, I can't see. How the hell can I leave when I can't see." she barked back, covering her mouth and nose with part of the gown.
"You're not supposed to see! Get out!" the voice shouted. The dust slowly lifted, and a large silhouette stood over her, four glowing eyes peering down at her.
"Hurry up." the voice hissed. The burning flare coming from an arm.
"Kevin?"