✖ ▓▌ ⇀「 @shxmrxckiisms 」hurting the boy ▓▌✖
━ 🗡 .*・。゚ It’s not rare for Shamrock to have nightmares-- and Angel’s become accustomed to their signs. Usually, he’ll toss and turn, whimper things in his sleep-- most of them, provided he’s honest when he talks about them, are centered around his family-- and the guilt he has regarding them. Once they started to share a bed, though-- they became significantly less frequent.
Until this morning, Sham is shaking, whatever he’s dreaming about it’s obviously more distressing than he can handle. Normally, she’d let the dream continue-- but they’re in a crowded hotel, and he’s getting gradually louder. She grabs his face-- gently, just shaking his shoulder lightly and speaking in an uncharacteristically gentle voice, ❛ Sham? Shamrock? Killian, wake up! You’re having a nightmare-- you’re fine! ❜