[It was a nightmare, and it simmered with anger and fear and heartwrenching helplessness. Kavinsky hadn't been expecting company- he'd never had company of this sort before so why would he? He was on his back on the floor of a house that wasn't his Henrietta mansion. His cheek had split. His father stood over him, menacing and aggressive.
The moment Adam tried to settle things, Mr Kavinsky disappeared in a curl of smoke and ash that scattered across the floor. It was the only way to make the nightmare a neutral space. Except Kavinsky didn't get up, not right away. He took a moment to process the sound of Adam's voice before pushing himself up. His hands were shaking, so he curled them into fists.]
What the fuck are you doing here?
[His hackles were raised but only defensively. He didn't know if his dream was taking a new turn or if Adam was really there. He felt real but so did a lot of things when you could do what Kavinsky did. He was a king, even battered and shaken, dark eyes filled with the last remnants of fear.
He couldn't say he hadn't dreamed of Adam before but it hadn't been in the sense of a nightmare. Was his mind turning against him in new ways or-]
Are you real?
[He raised a hand to touch his thumb to his cheek where the wound was already closing, leaving just a smudge of blood. He was a king.]
Yaaas also cw: abuse
The moment Adam tried to settle things, Mr Kavinsky disappeared in a curl of smoke and ash that scattered across the floor. It was the only way to make the nightmare a neutral space. Except Kavinsky didn't get up, not right away. He took a moment to process the sound of Adam's voice before pushing himself up. His hands were shaking, so he curled them into fists.]
What the fuck are you doing here?
[His hackles were raised but only defensively. He didn't know if his dream was taking a new turn or if Adam was really there. He felt real but so did a lot of things when you could do what Kavinsky did. He was a king, even battered and shaken, dark eyes filled with the last remnants of fear.
He couldn't say he hadn't dreamed of Adam before but it hadn't been in the sense of a nightmare. Was his mind turning against him in new ways or-]
Are you real?
[He raised a hand to touch his thumb to his cheek where the wound was already closing, leaving just a smudge of blood. He was a king.]