[ Before sleep pulls him under, he positions himself as close to her as he can, hoping that his presence will provide her with some measure of comfort. And when he finally gives in to the pull of sleep, at first his dreams are all about him accomplishing what he can't seem to manage: bringing her voice back and addressing the issues that led them to this point in the first place.
But as dreams are wont to do, they gradually take a turn for the more troublesome kind, and soon enough, his dreams about solving their problems morph into his worst fears come to life.
He hasn't been smiling, exactly, but as the dreams that are rapidly turning into nightmares continue, a frown forms even as he reaches out for her in his sleep to reassure himself that she's still there. It takes a moment, but eventually he realizes, even in his sleep, that she's stirring and has positioned herself so that she's lying in his arms with her face resting against him.
He'd wake up, if only to give her further comfort, but the web of dreams that play on his worries and fears spins itself even tighter around him and even though he wrestles against it, it seems as though he needs the sleep too much to rouse himself so easily. Still, he manages to reach for her hand, enveloping it in a tight squeeze as he tries to get whatever rest he can.
It feels like an eternity, yet in reality it's only been a handful of hours, when he finally wakes up. His eyes open slowly, and his first action is to simultaneously shiver and curl himself even further against Lunafreya as she lies beside him. It's cold in the room, and- Was that Pryna barking? He shifts just enough so that he can look at the woman beside him.
He can't really tell anything from just looking at her, but something tells him that she didn't have a very restful sleep herself. Neither did he, of course, thanks to the tangled images his mind created as he slept, but he can shake that off. He worries that she won't be able to do the same, given her condition.
It takes him a moment to find his voice again as he slowly comes back to awareness, but eventually he manages to ask: ]
Luna? [ Clearly she isn't all right, because how could she be, with everything that's going on? ] You're cold. [ And she's crying, something that cuts him straight to the heart. First, he reaches for the blanket that's covering the bed and pulls it over so he can drape it over her, making sure that she's as covered as possible. And once that's done, he reaches out to try and wipe some of those tears away. ]
I'm sorry, you must not have slept well. [ Again, he can't imagine that she would have, but he just wishes there was something he could do. He's not even thinking about his own relatively restless attempt at sleep; he can't even compare that to what her night must have been like, of course. ]
these two are such a mess D:
But as dreams are wont to do, they gradually take a turn for the more troublesome kind, and soon enough, his dreams about solving their problems morph into his worst fears come to life.
He hasn't been smiling, exactly, but as the dreams that are rapidly turning into nightmares continue, a frown forms even as he reaches out for her in his sleep to reassure himself that she's still there. It takes a moment, but eventually he realizes, even in his sleep, that she's stirring and has positioned herself so that she's lying in his arms with her face resting against him.
He'd wake up, if only to give her further comfort, but the web of dreams that play on his worries and fears spins itself even tighter around him and even though he wrestles against it, it seems as though he needs the sleep too much to rouse himself so easily. Still, he manages to reach for her hand, enveloping it in a tight squeeze as he tries to get whatever rest he can.
It feels like an eternity, yet in reality it's only been a handful of hours, when he finally wakes up. His eyes open slowly, and his first action is to simultaneously shiver and curl himself even further against Lunafreya as she lies beside him. It's cold in the room, and- Was that Pryna barking? He shifts just enough so that he can look at the woman beside him.
He can't really tell anything from just looking at her, but something tells him that she didn't have a very restful sleep herself. Neither did he, of course, thanks to the tangled images his mind created as he slept, but he can shake that off. He worries that she won't be able to do the same, given her condition.
It takes him a moment to find his voice again as he slowly comes back to awareness, but eventually he manages to ask: ]
Luna? [ Clearly she isn't all right, because how could she be, with everything that's going on? ] You're cold. [ And she's crying, something that cuts him straight to the heart. First, he reaches for the blanket that's covering the bed and pulls it over so he can drape it over her, making sure that she's as covered as possible. And once that's done, he reaches out to try and wipe some of those tears away. ]
I'm sorry, you must not have slept well. [ Again, he can't imagine that she would have, but he just wishes there was something he could do. He's not even thinking about his own relatively restless attempt at sleep; he can't even compare that to what her night must have been like, of course. ]