Brainiac-- Torpid Dreams Part Two - Rolf Sechs

It was heaven. To feel her within his grasp.. to touch upon her form in familiar ways not even close to being forgotten. It was as if no time had passed between them, at all, in those nights. The supply of blood was nice, but it had been more her essence and proximity that had made him feel full each night.

The walks through the snow. The nights of playing in it.. of cuddling up within the cabin... the soft caresses and words of love and adoration. She was perfect.. just how he remembered she was. But that was the point, right? She was ... a memory. One that had become more than a memory, in the depths of his mind. She smelled real.. felt real... sounded real. She was real to him, now... so maybe she was more than a memory. It was so easy to get lost and tangled in it all... but there was a small nagging in the echoes of his mind, somewhere.

This was incomplete... there was still strings that kept him from wanting to dive fully into this, without a care.

Anise... Razor. He... had... to ensure they were taken care of, before he surrendered to this, fully... he just.. had to...