@beastbrave || fidget
The way his figure clenched made him look like an animal. Curled into a taut spring&& ready to pounce into the thick of a war she couldn’t see waged beyond the lines of his face. Jaw set squarely, his nose wrinkled into a snarl she recognized from a pivotal night in the woods. Shoulders tense && lurching in spasms that left the whole bed shaking.
“ Adam. ” Calling his name in a whisper through the dark, Belle slid one knee beneath herself. Propping her weight into a sturdy kneel on the bedside as one hand sought his shoulder. Aiming to jostle him awake.
&& her touch had some effect, but it was not what she had intended. Instead of a balm to soothe away the nightmare, it acted as a trigger. Spurring her sleeping husband into a wild thrash that reminded her more of the BEAST than the man.
The sound he made startled her. Jerking her hand back to her chest && moving her to rock backwards. Away from his hefty swing, though not quite far enough. The skew of her balance at the edge of the mattress distracted her just long enough for Adam’s hand to catch her— - open-faced - — in the cheek. Nails digging into the soft flesh beneath her eye, he knocked her off the bed && sent her sommersaulting in a noisy clatter across the floor. Landing her on her stomach.
“ —— ADAM!! ” The household could have heard the ruckus, but she barked his name loudly for good measure as she sat up. “ WAKE UP!! ”
“NO!”
He snapped up, gasping as he clawed desperately at his body, trying to find the spot where he could feel himself bleeding out, feel himself D Y I N G. Slowly, his head began to clear and he realized that he was in his own room, that he was in his own human body, that he was ALIVE.
Then he realized he was not alone. “B-Belle,” he stammered, rushing out of bed to his wife’s side in a panic. “GOD, Belle, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean— are you alright?!” He saw the blood on the stone floor, and guilt SURGED in his veins.
“I’M SORRY...”
