I had an encounter with a particularly large 8-legged monster and need some kind of comfort because god knows I can't get it irl (Β΄TΟT`)
Lester Sinclair | Reg Morgan | Daryl Dixon | Orlo Proudfoot | Arthur Nightingale | others...
Tw: veiled allusions to an 8-legged pest. Sub-par writing.
You cower, trembling, behind your partner as they stare, somehow unaffected, at the terrifying intruder on your bed.
They let out an amused huff, clearly unimpressed by its horrifying stature. "Seriously? This thing?"
You watch, your fight or flight ready to take you as far from this room as possible of the fiend escapes capture as your partner moves towards it - itself preparing to run and hide - but your partner is faster and, to your horror, they trap it safely between their bare hands and chuck it unceremoniously out the open window.
You rush to close it tight, locking it for good measure just in case it decides to climb back in seeking revenge.
While you make sure each window is secured, your partner heads to the bathroom sink, washing away the slightest possibility of a lingering trace off their hands in the hope that it brings you even the smallest bit of peace.
Afterwards, your security checks completed, they pull you into a warm and comforting embrace, gently swaying you side to side as the murmur soft reassurances. "It's gone now. It's unlikely there'd be more than one in the same place" They don't know if it's true but they don't mind telling a little white lie if it calms your nerves.
Exhausted after the spike of adrenaline and cortisol, your voice trembles a little, "Please stay with me tonight, I don't think I can sleep after that..."
They continue to soothe you, lulling you to the soft edge of sleep
"I'll stand guard for you... just for tonight"