[ TOGETHER ]: when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )
settling dust ( cw ; sylvain typical implications )
Sleep has been quick to evade Sylvain since he was small. Nightmares had always plagued him, even before his brother had given them a reason to.
Copper eyes blink open, the only indication of him waking. The darkness in his tent tells him that it’s still night, and the silence outside that it’s not quite early enough for the rest of the camp to have begun stirring.
It’s only when he begins to shift that he realizes there’s warmth pressed against him. There’s that familiar pang of regret. Oh no.
And it only worsens when he finally brings himself to look at the body that’s wrapped around him. Pink hair, mussed from its usual updo. Sylvain feels sick. Hilda was his friend, he couldn’t have fucked up that bad-
No. They’re both dressed and his tent’s flap isn’t fully shut. He hadn’t fallen asleep with her here. A breath of relief.
It doesn’t take much guessing to figure why she is here.
Carefully, so as not to wake her as well, Sylvain moves to face her. His own arms snake around her, pulling her to his chest. War is awful, and she’s fighting it away from home. The least he can offer is comfort when she asks it.
“It’s alright,” soft, nose burying into her hair. He doesn’t care if she’s awake to hear it, neither of them will speak of it in the morning. “I’ve got you.”
