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"I'm scared of the dark ..."

“A big girl like you?” There’s a playfulness to his words, but he wouldn’t dare joke further than that. She’d plenty of reasons to be fearful of the dark, let alone the city streets at night. Still, he’s almost wordless as a hand drifts across her lower back drawing her closer. Finding her opposite hand, fingers have since interlaced. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Don’t worry.” He’d keep his word of course, even as his lips briefly pressed to the side of her head.

#heartxandxhome

"What do you do when you can't sleep?"

"I sleep like a baby." The remark's laced with dry sarcasm, her question though had been a viable one after all. Most in their position certainly had plenty of things to recall from their past. "I try to stay away from sleeping pills, alcohol even, no point in losing sleep and then waking up feeling like shit. Try warm milk, I don't know. I usually stay up until I pass out. Or go without for a while."

#corditeheart

I don't want to sleep alone

"Is that right?" Once more she'd woken him, it had been for a number of reasons. Either food, more blankets, any number of other things. However it had gotten to such a consistency that he swore she merely sought to irritate him. But the genuine remark left him once more relenting. "Come here."

Hands had since gathered her waist, even while sitting at the edge of the bed. Drawing her closer, features brushed her middle. The motion had been a display of the very presence she likely sought. Capturing one of her hands, he gave it a slight pull to coerce her into the bed. Once she'd settled, the blankets were lifted letting her in close. Simple in the way he ushered an arm around her, he paid little mind to any hesitation on her part. Any awkwardness had been alleviated as he coerced her to sleep.

#irafatum

"I had a nightmare."

“A big girl like you?”

Voice cracking, he’d been woken up rather early. There’d been little need to draw attention to his alarm clock. She had once more made it to his own room. She’d still been young though, just a child dealing with the aftershocks of an event that shook her to the core. Shifting, he’d already pulled covers aside, the stuffed animal he’d gotten her easily clasped in her arms. It had been a black bird, something she’d been partial to it seemed. Hardly bothered, he patted the bed.

“Come on. Tell me which one it was,” taking her toy for her. He helped her until she’d succeeded in tucking herself close. Returning the stuffed bird, his form adjusted somewhat to let fingers gently brush along her temple taming wild bangs a moment. And in that, he listened until she finally dozed off. Granted, he’d wake before she did but he’d make sure to make her favorite breakfast.

#v; broken wings #arvious

" -- I fuckin' hate you!"

The words pierced him, far more than any blade that had entered his body or any bullet that had tore through hardened muscle. It had been enough to be a lasting injury while sights took in the prone figure of a thoroughly defeated crow. She'd pushed him, beyond the point of taking everything she fed him. Rebellion, damaged property, hurting others, hurting herself, the range at which she'd rebelled had escalated to the point of personally enlisting with the Glaive itself and leaving his home. She made her own rules, followed what she wanted and she'd wanted to be a soldier. But to hear her feelings spill outward only encouraged features and his jaw to tighten.

"Yeah. I know. Now get on your feet or lay there and choke on your own blood. War isn't about getting special treatment, your body breaks you put yourself back together." A rush of flame had features tilt away in time. Typical; she had lashed out letting her feelings get the best of her.

"Get the hell off my field. We're done for today." And in that same motion he buried her, back turning as if exposing himself. It had been more than that, a testament to the extreme lack of fear toward her abilities. If she tried attacking she'd be reprimanded further, but he knew she'd been broken all the same. But she'd shattered him first. Slamming the sliding door that had led outside, he had disappeared further within his sanctuary.

#v; broken wings #arvious

'I owe you a drink.' He plants the drink down in front of the marshal before the other man can decline, claiming the stool next to him as his own, 'the coeurl incident ... and for Sarah and Selena.'

"Well, hard to turn down a drink when its put in front of you." Staring down at the mug in question, his attention drifted over to the hunter. Of course he recalled those he'd saved including the family so interwoven that it had been near bizarre just how much of a presence he had among them.

"Listen," looking his way there'd been a pointed stare to accent his advice. "Stop being a jackass and talk to your wife. I'm sure your daughter misses you just as much. Whether you think so or not; I just can't hold your hand through this one." Smirking, he'd picked his drink up pausing to gauge the others expression before downing it.

"That's two more you owe me. One for Selena, one for Sarah, and one for the relationship advice. Let's get your family back." Rising, the marshal had wobbled. The amount of cups that were revealed a show of just how much he drank.

"Which way was it?" A brief mis-step soon had him topple over onto the floor out cold.

@littlexsisterxulric @heartxandxhome

#v; a broken family #this is the one where he gets the ulrics back together of course.#galahdanblade

"I can't sleep" Starters

[ contents below are super cute and might get a lil angsty! ]

"C-can you stay for a while?"

"Rub my back please?"

"Don't leave me."

"What do you do when you can't sleep?"

"Why are you still up?!"

"You need to sleep!"

"Do you know what time it is?"

"You should be sleeping..."

"Are you okay?"

"I'll get you a glass of water."

"Sleep with me?"

"Please stay."

"I don't want to sleep alone."

"I'm scared of the dark..."

"I had a nightmare."

I've thought about Cor teaching Ignis or helping him overcome his loss of vision.

#ooc

littlesati

When Robin (Anne Heche) asks Quinn (Harrison Ford) what age he is, Quinn hints that he’s over fifty before whispering to her the answer (To which she says “You still look good” and Quinn replies, “I still am good”). Ford was actually 55 by the time this movie came out.

#musing;#possible second fc;