[ it's strange how much more sleep she's gotten since welford branson's illusion came crashing down around them all. logically, she would have more worries to keep her up, and yet almost every night since then she's found herself slipping easier, deeper. maybe it's the cold, forcing her mind to shut down to conserve energy. maybe it's the extra heartbeat lulling her to sleep.
(maybe it's just him.)
she doesn't wake when he does, but the second after, practically dragged out of her own slumber by his shudder, his shout. by the time her eyes fly open he's there, sitting up and looking down at her like he's just seen a ghost.
or is it that he thinks he's looking at one now? ]
Tak. I'm okay. [ she remembers the nickname that he'd told her, though she takes care to use it sparingly, like it's some delicate, precious secret he's entrusted to her, even though she knows that's hardly true. still, it's moments like these that feel necessary to use it, and use it she does with the soft, raspiness of a voice still thick with sleep.
she sits up, reaches out with a hand left chilled by the unforgiving desert night, but it burns when she rests it against his cheek, slick with sweat. ] You're okay, [ she reminds him steadily. her other hand comes up, framing his face. ] Just breathe.
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(maybe it's just him.)
she doesn't wake when he does, but the second after, practically dragged out of her own slumber by his shudder, his shout. by the time her eyes fly open he's there, sitting up and looking down at her like he's just seen a ghost.
or is it that he thinks he's looking at one now? ]
Tak. I'm okay. [ she remembers the nickname that he'd told her, though she takes care to use it sparingly, like it's some delicate, precious secret he's entrusted to her, even though she knows that's hardly true. still, it's moments like these that feel necessary to use it, and use it she does with the soft, raspiness of a voice still thick with sleep.
she sits up, reaches out with a hand left chilled by the unforgiving desert night, but it burns when she rests it against his cheek, slick with sweat. ] You're okay, [ she reminds him steadily. her other hand comes up, framing his face. ] Just breathe.