Hush. {From cruelimposter, I'm just on a different account atm xD}
my muse is curled up in bed crying. send 'hush', find out why.
The demons in the shadows were still watching him with their glowing eyes, as the monsters beneath his bed inched their long and sharp claws closer towards him even in his waking consciousness. They were mocking him, laughing at the fear that sent shivers up his spine, bringing his fingers to clench his sheets just a little tighter. His body had broken into a cold sweat, and his breath exhaled with an unsteady rhythm, Arthur not realizing that the nightmares had drawn tears from his eyes until Mordaine had rested a hand upon one side of his face, the druid bard--his lover at that--having risen slowly from the other side of the bed in order to find what had drawn the other man up in such a start.
Arthur looked over, squinting his eyes in the dark of the room just to make out the silhouette of the other man while pressing his face against that hand that was comforting him. His breath became a little steadier in that moment, though his embarrassment was not quelled, lips forming a frown following a huff of breath.
"I...had a nightmare," came the admission in a quiet whisper, to answer the questions he knew Mordaine had.
