Nightmares seemed to constantly plague Ren, as though they were an illness that never seemed to be cured. Tonight’s terror, however, was far worse than any he’s had previous nights.
It took every ounce of his being to not frantically climb into Rin’s bed; every ounce of self-control to settle in under the covers in a calm manner. Yet, when he pressed against the older’s back, his limbs wouldn’t— couldn’t— stop t r e m b l i n g.
Face presses between his mirror’s shoulder blades as he tried to cease his body’s shaking, only to have a hiccupped sob pierce through the silence over the sound of the other’s breathing.
Tears flow freely down pale cheeks, teeth sinking into bottom tier to keep from crying out further, almost piercing it enough to cause bleeding.
Truthfully, his goal was not to wake the other— it was 2am, after all. Rin didn’t deserve to be woken up with Ren’s pitiful nightmare problem night and night again; yet the shaking against the older twin and the tears that pressed against the middle of his back was probably enough to bring him to stir, Ren apologizing over and over again as quietly as his cracking voice would allow.
