Sunspire Mountains san lespri

the sensation of being carried was foreign to mireille, and yet somehow familiar. she tucked her legs higher and grimaced at the feeling of his teeth. 
she was fucked up. she was alone.
"sapphique," the girl mumbled, clutching to a vestige of her pride.
in the next moment, however, perhaps due to the vertigo of a changed position, the girl fainted. she would be dead weight for the next hours, as silent as necessary given her complete lack of consciousness.
mireille dreamt.