[ in his memory, everything had felt sharp and crisp and real, the same as they had felt earlier in the day, not at all like a dream. so when it fades at last and her mind settles back into sleep she is not entirely aware of it, and it takes a few moments before his restlessness rouses her from her doze.
had it been a dream? his arms around her, the warm fire on the cold tundra, the horrible, pained sounds he made - it echoes in her mind so vividly, and it takes her only a few moments to knit together an assumption of what has happened. prompto moves fitfully beside her, and it is all too easy to tighten her hold around him, her arms around his shoulders, her fingers slipping into his hair. ]
Hush, love..
[ she whispers, groggy and half aware and yet molding to him so easily nonetheless, so easily falling into the motions. her fingernails draw against his scalp in lazy circles, scratching gentle paths to the nape of his neck, and in a low, quiet voice she begins to sing, soft and smooth and automatic, her eyes shut, her chin rested gently atop the crown of his head. ]
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had it been a dream? his arms around her, the warm fire on the cold tundra, the horrible, pained sounds he made - it echoes in her mind so vividly, and it takes her only a few moments to knit together an assumption of what has happened. prompto moves fitfully beside her, and it is all too easy to tighten her hold around him, her arms around his shoulders, her fingers slipping into his hair. ]
Hush, love..
[ she whispers, groggy and half aware and yet molding to him so easily nonetheless, so easily falling into the motions. her fingernails draw against his scalp in lazy circles, scratching gentle paths to the nape of his neck, and in a low, quiet voice she begins to sing, soft and smooth and automatic, her eyes shut, her chin rested gently atop the crown of his head. ]