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Daemon's eyes snapped open when he realized he had actually been talking in his sleep. He remained still and his breathing remained the same, but he was blushing like mad. Vladimir had witnessed his nightmare and the person who somewhat rescued him in his dream had been Vladimir as well. He couldn't have been more embarrassed. The older man was still petting his hair and Daemon felt his face burning. It calmed him but the man had only run his hand through the inky locks for a second before. Now it was pretty much petting. Daemon couldn't help but purr, not very well obviously, but what could be considered a human purr.
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