Fever Dream.

"But really, how would he have done without her?"

[author note at the end.]
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Red lilies.
Red lilies all adorned on her head that tooks off the strong bright color of her blue tinged with green hair and a beautiful long white silk dress...so so long, especially for her small height.
This is how the girl had welcomed him, adorned with this sober and in some ways free style.
"Don't you even say hello anymore, Steiner?" she pursues him, while she looked at him from above, picking up some of his cheeky blond hair.
Is by that, that Weisz realized that he was lying under a tree of red apples, some of which had fallen around him.
"What the fuck ...?" He asked, starting to get up, but being blocked by a sharp pain in the back of his head.
"You took a good hit earlier" Hermit replied before giggling loudly "I think it's my fault. Excuse me,sweetie."
The blond, in seeing her giggling like that, was able to recognize the bluenette he sees everyday, which teased and mocked him a little, and yet something ...
Something ... it seemed strange ...
Something was wrong.
But he did not have time to understand where he was or what was happening that he was pulled by the arm with her hands slightly smaller but just as strong as his own, who pulled him up and began to jump happily for what looked like a well-flowered field well-kept and with a beautiful view of a nearby pond.
While Hermit was slippery and evasive to be next to him, Weisz sought that contact feeling dazed and out of the world, he probably would have fallen to the ground if he had not tried to grab her.
His ears were blocked, his head completely out of this world and everything seemed muffled and unstable, even the sight of him.
Yet she ran in front of him like a rabbit running away from its prey, which made him want to grab her to stop her while both her head and body became so heavy, so heavy.
One wrist.
He dragged her by the wrist.
And with an arm around her neck he hugs her, almost suffocating her.
"Weisz come on, leave me!" She giggles Hermit at this by patting him hard on her arm as he tries to bring his other hand close to her body.
"NO NO NO!" she laughs hysterically, freeing herself from him and screaming all over the field in an almost desperate search for help, as if someone could help her really in that place.
As if she were really in danger.
"I DO IT FOR YOUR GOOD, COME HERE!" Weisz yells laughing at her, following her too as he watched her run farther and farther away.
"WE DIDN'T PACT IT LIKE THAT! THIS WAS NOT WHAT I ASKED YOU TO DO!" She flounders Hermit, laughing hysterically, barely turning to look at him, before running even farther.
That chase between the two was giving a huge adrenaline to the bruised and slightly stunned blonde, who was simply trying to keep up with her.
He had to free her.
He was the only one who could free her from her evil.
Yes, he had to take her and free her from her evil.
And she would have been better.
Hermit would be free.
But Hermit ran away from him.
Hermit did not want to be green.
She was running away from his control.
These are the confused and weird thoughts in his heavy head at that moment, while he was taking a huge fallen olive branch from the ground, before starting again to chase the short robot in front of him that kept slipping away and away.
"I ONLY WANT TO HELP YOU!" He started running again, while there was no word from the bluenette.
Where had she gone?
With the olive branch in her hand, Weisz began to search for her all over the field; behind the trees, in the bushes everywhere. But she seemed completely vaporized.
Stubborn in looking for her, however, his adrenaline kept him cowardly and conscious, ready to find her again to give her a good lesson.
How dare she joke in a situation like this?
But suddenly a blow in the face.
A sharp blow that almost makes him back away and sees Hermit come out from behind a log on the ground, which is about to run away again.
But this time Weisz runs fast, takes her by her wrist, and when I try to escape from her he takes her olive branch and hers and gives it to him.
"WEISZ ENOUGH! YOU ARE HURTING ME!" Hermit chuckles as she tries to free herself from his blows and grip, putting his free hand in his face, but as soon as it lands on Weisz's mouth it takes a huge bite on her hand, making her scream again.
Taking advantage of this, the blonde takes both of her wrists like her hands and throws himself on her, weighing on her slim body.
"I got you." He smiles at her, putting her hands on top of her with his own hands, and looking straight into her blue eyes, now shiny and in which she could perfectly reflect his face.
"Weisz please .. you hurt me like this .. let me go .." she begs with a smile on her lips and tears starting to fall as she gives a slightly hysterical giggle "Please .. let me go."
"Let you go? Why? I want to help you." the blond replies taking her wrists and pushing them on her chest, while she kept her fists closed; he released one of her hands, and with his free hand Weisz moved slowly to her belly.
Touching with his hand to her flat stomach covered by that white silk layer, Hermit covered her eyes with her hands, while one of her wrists was still blocked by one of his steady hands; This gesture made him desist from his work.
"Hermit, you'll be fine… I swear." He smiles at her, but this she doesn't take her hands off her face.
She didn't want to look at him.
Why?
He was helping her.
He was fixing her.
He was saving her.
And she didn't want to look him in the face.
What an affront!
In an almost fit of rage, but also in a strangely playful way, he took her wrists with one of his hands, and put them back on her head, wanting that face to look at him as it helped her to get rid of that evil.
But Hermit made a strange voice crack at him and put her head to the side of her, closing her eyes as if almost terrified.
But they were playing in the field, why was she afraid?
With his hand previously on her belly, Weisz approached her cheek and caressed her as if to soothe her, to make her feel that he didn't want to hurt her but she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to look at the boy on top of her and as if waiting for all this ended as soon as possible.
Weisz did not realize it but from a flowery field with a beautiful sun and a clear lake now the sky was gray, covered by a dense cold and dark bush, with the grass on which they were lying completely covered with mud and themselves filthy with that brown and that green.
"I'm not hurting you, now I activate my Ether Gear and it's alright. We'll forget about this story." he tells her with sincere regret and almost a lump in his throat at seeing her so terrified of him, yet he didn't understand what was happening.
What kind of sick dream was he having and why was all this happening? What the fuck was he doing? And why now his hands were on Hermit's neck, surrounded by yellowish squiggles and designs that indicated the illumination of his Ether Gear and the passage of ether in his veins.
Yup! He was healing her, he was helping her.
And her gaze