❛ sorry about that. go back to sleep. -- @boycrowned
ironically, it’s the request to return to sleep that wakes him up fully. in the midnight moon, he blinks the crust from his eyes, the hand that had initially sought out ben’s tossing and turning form now happily encased around his wrist. isaac sighs sleepily, rolling onto his side to get a proper look at what exactly had woken him up, and is met with an unexpected sight: sweat upon his boyfriend’s brow, stuttered breathing, and involuntary shivers thanks to the hand around his wrist. all tell-tale signs of a concept he’s intimately familiar with; nightmares. a frown immediately marrs isaac’s pensive expression.
‘ hey. ’ let it be known he’d be soft for no other. let it be known he’d sooner be caught dead than brush his fingers gently along anyone’s wrist but ben’s. the shatterbeat of his heart echoes as far as his pulse, a pulse isaac happily presses a gentle kiss to, lips meeting the space between forearm and palm. had he been told months ago that auradon’s golden boy had nightmares, he might’ve laughed it off, romanticised the perfect life of an untouchable king. now, isaac knows better. ‘ it’s okay. it was just a bad dream. come closer. ’
with a gentle tug of hands, arms encase his boyfriend protectively, as if he were a shield able to bat away even the most persistent of dark thoughts. he presses a kiss to the top of ben’s head.
‘ there. now we can both go back to sleep. ’
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