"I want the K" 8"I''' {Because asking kisses from strangers isn't creepy or weird at all. yOU'RE WELCOME FAE}
It wasn’t a particularly rare thing to be woken at camp by thrashing and grunts, sometimes even screaming as the night wore on and the nightmares were thick with grotesque images of horrifying creatures in droves and hordes. A recent new voice had joined the thick of it, only making each and every nightmare all the worse.
Hawke was just barely more than a rookie herself, oftentimes waking herself or being woken by another with those dreams; she knew them well. They came hand in hand with nightmares that had plagued her since her brother’s death, that had only gotten worse since receiving the letter of her sister’s incarceration within a week of her being with the Wardens. Why, the letter had reached Amaranthine before she had.
Alistair had warned her of the restless sleeps. He had told her that on this particular expedition, she would see it happen often amongst the newest of recruits. She had never spoken to Jon, however. She didn’t know how long he had been there, nor how accustomed to those dreams he was. He was quiet, mostly kept to himself and she was not one to push - not when sober, anyway.
He wasn’t quiet tonight however, as she sat up, gaze flickering over to his spot by the fire not a few feet from her. He writhed beneath his bedwraps, feet kicking as sweat dripped from the shaggy black hair. Were she not the only one awake, she might have urged someone who knew him better to wake him. Instead, she shuffled over herself, pale hands reaching out to gently shake his shoulders.
He remained deep within slumber however, brow furrowing at the contact and she gave a soft sigh. The deepest of sleeps, she found, it was often worse to wake the sleeper; the resulting dysphoria not worth the wakefulness. She shifted instead, sitting cross legged behind him as a gentle hand placed his head in her lap, and she smoothed the curls away from his forehead. It was her hope to soothe; though truly she had no clue what she was doing as she bent to plant a kiss upon the damp skin, managing even from the awkward position.