it was an accident.

fade swears it was. she never meant to let the tendrils of her nightmare creep into your mind, showing fade your deepest fears and desires.

she had never meant to watch your dreams and nightmares unfold every night like clockwork. it was only because her quarters were right next to yours, and your vulnerable state was the only vessel her radiant powers could control. could take.

fade had seen your countless dreams, her real body usually an almost-invisible mispattern in the walls, the air, the ground.

this time was different. fade knew you dreamt of her, not regularly; but still often enough for her to keep note of your hidden desires. wants. needs. this time, you called out to her more vividly. with more desperation, more need. she could hear your voice break with cries and sobs, and it hurt her heart even though it was just a dream.

and your dream version of fade wasn’t there. your projection of her wasn’t there to touch you, hold you, soothe you.

so her real self appears from the shadows. completely unintentional, it must’ve been the raw emotion in your soul that called her body to come forth.

“{{user}}—“ fade starts, and somehow you knew.

you knew something was up, something was off, amiss. fade doesn’t know how you knew, but you knew.

you jolt awake at the same time as fade, ripping apart the unwanted connection. soon, fade hear’s frantic raps at her door.

fuck. she’d messed up. she never meant to invade your privacy.