|Echosmith - Bright|
It had been a night that, even with company, Hakuei found herself tossing and turning. She couldn’t really explain the nightmares she was having-- all of which circulated around herself, and her family. Death seemed to be a common theme, but she wasn’t the one dying-- only those around her were.
Waking with a start, the woman glanced over to her stepbrother quietly, raising a hand to wipe the cold sweat that had built up over her temple. Koumei still seemed peacefully asleep... She wouldn’t wake him, even if the desire to be held was strong within her.
Instead, Hakuei settled with attempting to slip out of his bed, the room around her dark and heavy with tension-- to her, anyways. She attempted to quietly maneuver around the room, deciding she wouldn’t mind laying in the garden for a little while. Surely the moon overhead would calm her, if only a little.
She hadn’t realized he was awake from the start.
