A moment of weakness 👀👀👀👀👀👀
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aiden’s decided to forgo the usual fuck-and-run routine that occupies their friday nights in favour of collapsing in james’ bed. it’s not a problem— except it is, because they’re two people who consider emotional vulnerability to be a greater weakness than a broken leg— and james, the heat-parasite he is, is thankful to have a bed warmer that’s larger than sissel and won’t set his house on fire.
the problem is, of course, that neither aiden nor james can ever fucking sleep. so usually it ends up with one of them awake with the company of the ceiling and the cat, waiting for dawn to peak through the windows.
the other problem is that they’re prone to nightmares.
there’s no mistaking how aiden twitches and yelps beside him while james scrolls through reddit, the concept of sleep such a far-blown impossibility that he’s abandoned it almost entirely. he thinks aiden’s maybe woken up— the way he jerks is so abrupt and so forceful he thinks sissel’s decided to crawl into the space between his legs, but the only thing james sees when he looks over is a twisting expression.
and so he stays. out of— respect? concern? until aiden inevitably jogs himself from his nightmare, a strangled syllable a lost name on his lips.
“easy,” he says, lines of white-on-black text reflected in his eyes as he looks up. “you’re alright.”
of course, that’s the problem, isn’t it? he’s alright. she’s not.
YOUR MUSE IS HAVING A VIVID NIGHTMARE AND IS SHOUTING OUT BROKENLY.