Suffice to say, getting his wrist stuck in a fuzzy pink handcuff was far from Marius's list of potentially embarrassing dream occurrences.
Even after Cosette had persuaded him to join her, an infinitesimal hint of reservation still remained as he trembled under the pierce of the needle and eventually succumbed to the world of the dreaming. When he awakened, he was alone in the grandiose bedroom with the extravagant meal prepared, and clearly not only for him.
As he waited, he considered exploring the rest of the room, at which he found the dresser. It swung open with a creak under his hand's ushering. His curious expression hastily turned into that of forehead-creasing confusion as he eyed the contents (his eyes had been drawn to the strange items hanging on one side of the dresser, thus completely overlooking the lingerie) and his fingers brushed across the soft, fuzzy material of a shackle-like object. His brows drew together even more as he took it off its hook so that he could further inspect it in his hands.
And when the sudden feeling that came along with a new presence shook him, he made a sharp jump. Somehow, in the process he had tossed the pink shackles so that the cuff landed on his wrist, and when he attempted to pry it loose, the his shaking hand instead clasped it tight and locked it.
He could only make a strangled cry as his entire face burned from embarrassment.
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Even after Cosette had persuaded him to join her, an infinitesimal hint of reservation still remained as he trembled under the pierce of the needle and eventually succumbed to the world of the dreaming. When he awakened, he was alone in the grandiose bedroom with the extravagant meal prepared, and clearly not only for him.
As he waited, he considered exploring the rest of the room, at which he found the dresser. It swung open with a creak under his hand's ushering. His curious expression hastily turned into that of forehead-creasing confusion as he eyed the contents (his eyes had been drawn to the strange items hanging on one side of the dresser, thus completely overlooking the lingerie) and his fingers brushed across the soft, fuzzy material of a shackle-like object. His brows drew together even more as he took it off its hook so that he could further inspect it in his hands.
And when the sudden feeling that came along with a new presence shook him, he made a sharp jump. Somehow, in the process he had tossed the pink shackles so that the cuff landed on his wrist, and when he attempted to pry it loose, the his shaking hand instead clasped it tight and locked it.
He could only make a strangled cry as his entire face burned from embarrassment.