pressed close to tighnari, cyno falls into a deep sleep, and the nightmares do not again touch him. his dreams are strange, disjointed, but warm - memories of avidya forest, of tighnari and collei - and they wrap him like a soft blanket. he doesn't wake again, not until the morning sun streams through his window to strike his closed eyelids.
cyno stirs, shifting, murmuring something low and soft and nonsensical. his arms are wound around tighnari's middle, cyno's face pressed into his throat, and everything feels warm and perfect. he inhales, catching the familiar floral scent of his friend's skin, and opens his eyes. golden sunlight fills the cozy little room, flooding the space, streaking across the bed, and everything feels perfectly good and still. their legs are tangled, their bodies close, and slowly the previous night's memories crawl back into his mind. right. he'd had a nightmare. bloody hands, ripping and pulling..
but there's no place for that, now, not in this warm atmosphere, with tighnari pressed so close to him. cyno inhales his scent, his fingers still buried in tighnari's tail, stroking gently. ]
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Date: 2022-11-19 05:55 pm (UTC)pressed close to tighnari, cyno falls into a deep sleep, and the nightmares do not again touch him. his dreams are strange, disjointed, but warm - memories of avidya forest, of tighnari and collei - and they wrap him like a soft blanket. he doesn't wake again, not until the morning sun streams through his window to strike his closed eyelids.
cyno stirs, shifting, murmuring something low and soft and nonsensical. his arms are wound around tighnari's middle, cyno's face pressed into his throat, and everything feels warm and perfect. he inhales, catching the familiar floral scent of his friend's skin, and opens his eyes. golden sunlight fills the cozy little room, flooding the space, streaking across the bed, and everything feels perfectly good and still. their legs are tangled, their bodies close, and slowly the previous night's memories crawl back into his mind. right. he'd had a nightmare. bloody hands, ripping and pulling..
but there's no place for that, now, not in this warm atmosphere, with tighnari pressed so close to him. cyno inhales his scent, his fingers still buried in tighnari's tail, stroking gently. ]