Somebody To Lean On
Some kind of fugue state from the drugs. we learned all about them in psychology class. as his sizable paws move lower he leans in close to me, his chest pressing against my back, i hear his purr deep and resonant.
Sons and Lovers 4: The Dinner Party
He'd drifted into a blissful fugue state of manufactured ignorance, where everything was childishly simple, where daddy fixed all the problems and berated perch in his wonderfully cutting manner for being incapable and stupid.
Dogs of War - Chapter 13 - Things Left Unsaid
For all the ache and fugue and crushing tempwear that forced him to fight with pure willpower alone to make every step, he once again felt a modicum of peace to know that strong, dependable, understanding, dio was back at his side.
Molly & Cade (Ch. 2)
She broke out of her fugue. “great! you found us after all!" delivered from rylan's presence to violet's, molly followed the proprietor to her office. inside, she found a plush chair waiting for her, positioned opposite vi's desk.
Molot's Forging [Commission]
fugue. trance. flow. inspiration. dervish. hyperfixation." "stop." ruslan complied. words continued to flash, but he ignored them. he remained silent, and waited.
Two Paws Under Ten Feet
I see some light enter her eyes, for the first time in weeks she’s not in a zombielike fugue. “outside? finally! when do we go?” “get dressed, we can leave this afternoon. one thing though, be sure to put your gas mask on before we leave.
The Edge of Sapphire - Chapter 6 - The Bleeding Edge
'_ he only broke out of his fugue, however, when someone handed him his shiversword in its scabbard.
(Beta Release) Survival of the Fittest - Part 3: Cadet Match One
Finally, she managed to snap herself out of her fugue, shayde looked around for an escape route, but the only way which did not lead down toward the crocodile was up to a higher floor.
A Bit of Claret
A voice broke his fugue. "zak zak. mister zachary wozniak. is time to go, zabko!" it was the voice of his uncle, recorded one morning years ago in his comic, sing-song voice.
Hosting A Host (Collab story written by Ren and Myself)
Back outside, ren stared ahead in his fugue state, his mind firmly linked to the brood’s frenzy taking place in his balls causing him to fall silent, relaxing as he was practically overwhelmed by the mind-numbing sensations of the swarm!
Do it my selves
Hisses met his chuckle, as a few of him got up and shook off the fugue from their fucking. "but," he pressed on while collecting his hat, the rest of the uniform unsalvageable beneath the press of bodies, "we can't spend all shift enjoying ourselves.
The 7th Kind
He noticed that he had removed his clothing sometime during the fugue. he looked at his rod and noticed that it remained flaccid. this must all be in his head, he thought. this state lasted for several hours before he awoke spent.