Jun 12, 2014
Boy, Cora was exhausted. Like, honest to goodness, tiredly tired. And so it was no surprise that as soon as the baby was asleep and her homework was finished, she passed out in the bed that she had claimed as her own. But she woke up to the sound of Flynn crying out. The girl came awake slowly, almost as if floating upwards from drowning and attempted to blink the sleep out of her eyes. He was having a... nightmare? Eyebrows furrowed, she turned her head to look at him before a twinge hit her heart. He was hurting and that was not good. Standing, she moved whisper-quiet to curl up next to him, slim arm wrapping around his frame and long hair falling around them. "Flynn," she whispered quietly. "Shhh, it's okay. Please don't wake up Wes."
