the dreamer has nightmares | closed

[pactmarshal]

🌳Who: Trahearne and others!
🌳What: A series of nightmares leaves Trahearne (and others) sleepless
🌳When: The second week of summer
🌳Where: In the dream world
🌳Warnings: Slaughter, prejudice, depression in general, maybe a lil nsfw, Heart of Thorns spoilers looks directly at cocoa

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[pactmarshal]

[ Everything--the tension, the doubts, the fears--melts away when Syrlya speaks to him. He'd always had unwavering faith in him, always placed his confidence in him purely because Syrlya had always placed his confidence in him, lifted him up, encouraged him in a way no one had ever done before in turn. A warmth blooms in his chest, reaching through all of his limbs, pricking the back of his eyes. His expression opens partially in disbelief, partially because he is so touched.

All his life he's only known himself by his titles, by his destiny, his obligations. He had not even considered that Syrlya had seen past all of that and seen him. That he thinks he deserves a long, happy life shatters the dam holding back his tears. They stream down his cheeks as he stares wide-eyed back at him. ]

Syrlya...

[chronosynthesis]

[The hand on Trahearne's back stills, but doesn't move as he reaches with his other one to brush some of the tears away. In his haste he didn't grab his gloves.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne unconsciously holds his breath in the contract. He's so gentle...

A hand slowly reaches up to gently cup Syrlya's, a quiet sign of his gratitude. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[This time, the silence between them is comfortable as Syrlya continues to cradle Trahearne's face.

It's a long moment before he starts, the hand on Trahearne's back instead shifting to try and give his free hand a gentle squeeze.] Think you'll be able to sleep the rest of the night?

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne readily takes his hand and grasps back.

At last, he gives a little smile and a short nod. ]

I think so.

[ At least now he can soothe himself by thinking back on this contact instead of all the awful things dream-Syrlya tells him.

He drops his hands. ]

You did not have to come all this way at such an hour, but...you did. Thank you.

[chronosynthesis]

It's nothing. [He's not sure he could put into words the feelings that drove him all the way out here in the middle of the night.

He does not make the move to get up first.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Neither does Trahearne.

He...really enjoys this contact. Bright yellow eyes pierce the darkness as he sits there, quietly admiring Syrlya. He doesn't realize when his hand comes up to cradle the other's again. ]

I--

[ His lips part, a million and one wants blooming and shriveling in his throat before he can find the words to express them.

Eventually, he does speak. ]

Will you be all right going back on your own?

[ Of course he will be, but. ]

[chronosynthesis]

I should hope so, in a place like this. [So peaceful and relatively safe.

After a moment he slowly draws his hands back. He feels that want but in the face of it--he doesn't really know what to do.

Given the nightmare, he thinks its best to not poke at feelings Trahearne is reluctant to give voice to.] But you really should try and get some rest.

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne smiles, his own hands now dropping to his lap. ]

As should you. I'm sorry for waking you at this hour.

[ Somewhat reluctantly, Trahearne stands from his spot on the couch and begins to make his way to the door. ]

[chronosynthesis]

Well, I wouldn't say this is quite your fault. Unless you've been dabbling in strange magic recently. [He rises from the couch to follow Trahearne, meeting him at the door.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne offers a little smile as he pulls the door open, it quietly creaking on its hinges. Of course not--they both know that. Not that either of them are aware this is goddess meddling, however. ]

Good night, Syrlya. And be safe.

[ He leans his head against the door. ]