A sleepover! A sleepover! Hana’s never had one before, but when the night drug on and neither wanted to part, it had seemed natural that they ought to share a space for rest. Her home is over - large for just one, anyway; father’s room left empty in his absence, a home built or bought for three housing merely one. She is safe, there, and yet it hadn’t ever felt like a home until he stepped past the doorway. Her bed is large enough for both, but with some blushing he’d insisted on the floor, and with some blushing she’d agreed.
But she is a different girl these days. She didn’t have nightmares, before. Yet tonight she wakes up screaming, keyblade appearing in her hand ( self - preservation!! ) and the words “STOP IT!” on her lips. The memory / nightmare is unforgiving and loud but fading quickly; in a few moments, she won’t remember the sensation of Ira’s blade tearing a new scar in her gut and sending her broken flying across the badlands and skidding against the earth. As quickly as the memory fades she realizes where she is; her bedroom. She realizes, too, that she’s woken Ephemer — he’s close, looking at her with an expression that she can identify as panicked even in the dim light of the moon.
“S - Sorry,” she gasps, voice trembling. Hana wills the keyblade away, though body still screams to protect herself. “Bad —— Bad dream. I’m o - okay.” Her hands won’t stop shaking.
sleepovers were a fun time for everyone! he had never experienced one personally, but has heard nothing but positive feedback. seems fitting for good friends like themselves, right? he had mad a little make-shift bed on the floor, since the idea of sleeping so close to hana flustered him pretty badly ( he’s a gentlemen with a weak heart ) but he managed. they talked fondly with each other, laughing and smiling, not a care in the world. then a few hours they both drifted in a sound sleep, faint traces of moonlight seep gently into the room, bathing both the young keyblade wielders in a soft, protective hue. all was well and peaceful, a great end to a wonderful night --- at least, it was before the storm came along. it was like getting waken up by a crash of lightning, how violently she tossed back fourth yelling in pure horror, it stirred him out of sleep almost immediately and he shoots up to instantly check up on, “ hana ! --- ”
truth be told, he’s a bit shaken himself ( as anyone would be from a wake up call like that ) but his focus is kept entirely on her, eyes refusing to pry away despite his racing heart. he examines her reaction closely. the surprise --- the almost immediate regret, wishing all the bad things would go away and never come back. witnessing such a display from her breaks ephemer’s heart. no one wants to see their best friend like that. his bed head’s a messy mop, faint bags present under eyes, but his fatigued appearance doesn’t stop him from shifting onto the bed. soon, his arms move around her, slow and steady not to startle her further, before bringing her into a safe hold. ❝ you’re okay. ❞ voice soft as a bird’s coo, he reassures her and softly rubs her back, trying his best to ease those shaky nerves. ❝ it was just a bad dream, hana. i promise no harm will come your way. ❞ the hug is gentle, but tight enough to reassure her that this was real and nothing would happen to either of them. ephemer pulls back slightly now, but only to face her as palms rest softly atop her arms. ❝ do you need some water? i can grab you some if you want. it might help a little, t-to calm your nerves. ❞
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