[His eyes snap open, staring straight ahead into the near-pitch darkness of the room. There's no fire, no screaming, no horror here, just the gentle light of late afternoon seeping through the curtain's slits and the soft, trembling breath of the man next to him.
What an odd dream, Vicious thinks, reaching up to wipe the sleep from his eyes. He's surprised to find that his cheeks are... wet? He blinks, wiping a little more aggressively. Was he... crying? In his sleep? Had the dream really scared him that badly? He doesn't want to focus too hard on it, though. The pitiful sound his companion makes is enough to have him redirecting his attention and concern to the other man curled up next to him.
Vicious rolls onto his side to face him more fully, reaching up to place a hand on the goblin's shoulder, stroking down along his arm and back in an attempt at waking him gently. He notes Kronid's hand digging nails into his chest and frowns, putting two and two together. In the dream Vicious had, his own chest was burning-- is it possible they had the same dream?
Anything is possible in this place, he reminds himself. ]
Kronid. [His voice is gruff, being the first sound he's made in hours, but still soft as he calls to him. He pulls his hand away from Kronid's shoulder, slipping it between the scar and the goblin's hand, lacing their fingers together. At least like this, he can't hurt himself anymore.]
Wake up, dearest. It's just a dream...
[He squeezes the smaller man's hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.]
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What an odd dream, Vicious thinks, reaching up to wipe the sleep from his eyes. He's surprised to find that his cheeks are... wet? He blinks, wiping a little more aggressively. Was he... crying? In his sleep? Had the dream really scared him that badly? He doesn't want to focus too hard on it, though. The pitiful sound his companion makes is enough to have him redirecting his attention and concern to the other man curled up next to him.
Vicious rolls onto his side to face him more fully, reaching up to place a hand on the goblin's shoulder, stroking down along his arm and back in an attempt at waking him gently. He notes Kronid's hand digging nails into his chest and frowns, putting two and two together. In the dream Vicious had, his own chest was burning-- is it possible they had the same dream?
Anything is possible in this place, he reminds himself. ]
Kronid. [His voice is gruff, being the first sound he's made in hours, but still soft as he calls to him. He pulls his hand away from Kronid's shoulder, slipping it between the scar and the goblin's hand, lacing their fingers together. At least like this, he can't hurt himself anymore.]
Wake up, dearest. It's just a dream...
[He squeezes the smaller man's hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.]