I would love for these two to just hold me and whisper elvish to me all night when my insomnia gets bad. I think that would fix me.
Prompt: Insomnia
Paring: Halsin X Reader/Tav X Astarion
Warnings:No physical descriptions or pronouns used for Reader/Tav, Nickname used (Darling)
It was another one of those nights. Another night where your mind was full of the brutal images of your adventures that only seemed to haunt you when the sun set beyond the edge of the horizon. You hated nights like this. Nights where you felt like something was crawling under your skin and eyes were watching you from the pitch dark surrounding you.
You knew you were safe. Halsin on one side of you and Astarion on the other. A cocoon of safety with you pressed against Halsin's side and Astarion's arm lazily wrapped around your waist. But that didn't stop the feeling. Didn't help as you laid there between them, listening to them breathe as they slumbered in their elven trance. Watching their chests slowly rise and fall. Sometimes you could even trick yourself into falling asleep if you forced yourself to copy their breathing. Sometimes.
Tonight — unfortunately — did not seem to be one of those nights. You laid there as long as you could before you were forced by your own restlessness to move, slowly untangling yourself from your lovers and slipping out of your shared bed. You glanced back down at them for a moment before quietly standing and leaving the room, the door making a soft click behind you.
Astarion knew something was off the moment he came to his senses. He could hear Halsin's deep, labored breaths. But he couldn't hear yours. And you were not in his arms. He opened his ruby eyes, seeing in the dark of the night that you were missing from the space between him and Halsin. A frown graced his face as he slowly sat up, glancing towards the door. He couldn't hear you in the main room of the house but he knew you had to be there. Most likely either reading a book you've read a million times or just sitting by the window and staring out at the sleeping world. He made a soft tsk sound, gently reaching over and nudging the druid with the back of his hand.
"Darling. It is happening again." Astarion was no stranger to restless nights. To nights where facing the darkness, the unknown, was more tenable than facing the monsters that lurked inside your mind. How long had it taken him to finally sleep through out the night without waking in a frenzy — sure that Cazador was there to take everything he had away from him? But still, that did not mean he liked seeing you like this. If you were to face the darkness, he would — they would — rather you face it together.
Halsin roused from sleep with the gentle urging, his large warm eyes blinking away the sleep as he looked up at Astarion. He did not question, instead slowly sitting up and following Astarion's gaze to the door. They did not need to speak, they already knew.
Both elves rose from your shared bed — Halsin grabbing one of the warmer furs he insisted the three of you sleep with— before walking into the main room of the cottage. Astarion was right, you were curled up in one of the well worn chairs by the fire with a book in your hand. You looked almost startled when you noticed them, your mouth opening slightly as if you were about to protest them being awake at such a late hour.
Neither man gave you the chance, walking to your side. Astarion reached forward and gently took your hand, pulling you to your feet, as Halsin wrapped the fur around you. The three of you ended up on the floor in front of the dying fire — Halsin's arm loosely wrapped around you as he leaned his cheek on the top of your head as he hummed a soft elven tune, and Astarion pressed against your other side with his chin on your shoulder as you continued to read, just this time together.
They knew they could not stop the nightmares. Only time could heal those wounds, ease those ghosts into the dirt where they belonged, but what they could do — and would continue to do — was be at your side. To face the light of day and the shadows of night. You would never feel alone in this world. Not with the two of them beside you.