300 words or less: Any chance you'd do “Shh, you’re safe now" for Frey, Zev and Thal (if @crashed-down-in-a-hurricane would also be ok with it, of course)?
Of course! And don’t worry. @crashed-down-in-a-hurricane loves our three boys just as much. <3 (168 words)
Zevran is drenched in sweat when he sits up suddenly. His breathing goes fast, too fast and he can’t get enough air into his lungs. It starts to hurt and his eyes water. The terror of the dream lingers on his skin, in his mind, in his heart, and he can’t shake it off. He starts shaking. The blanket slips from his grip.
He startles when warm hands run over his upperarms and a lean body appears behind him. At he same time his hands are caught in a gentle grip that grounds him.
“Everything is okay, Zev,” Thal’s voice is low and soothing. “Just breathe with me. Focuse on my breathing and follow me.” He tries to do so but it is hard. Panic tries to keep a hold of him but it slips away. Slowly but surely it vanishes.
“Shhh, you’re safe now,” Frey murmurs from behind him. They hold him close, keep him secure between their bodies until the last remnants of the nightmare flee.
