[Messer stirring in the night doesn't wake her. It only causes her to cling to him just a little tighter, arm only loosening when she's completely at ease again. It's the same for the morning. His motions simply have her reaffirm her grip on him, to keep him right there with her, close so he can't leave.
A few minutes later, Kaname shifts, snuggling closer to him in her sleep with her head closer to his chest than before. Red hair is strewn across it, her hair clip having fallen to the floor sometime the previous night. Her breathing comes in soft, evenly spaced bursts, betraying how peaceful she is and how safe she feels next to him. A small, barely audible murmur escapes her. Messer... His name, full of gratitude, affection, and relief.
Another hour passes, maybe two, before she finally stirs and blearily cracks an eye open. Soon it's followed by the other. She moves her head back to look around, hair brushing under his chin. It doesn't take her long to remember everything about the previous day: their journey, his condition, the pain he was in, the desperation...
Kaname sits up fast. Too fast, given the spinning her head greets her with. Blinking to clear her vision, the singer's gaze lands oh him, awake and staring at her. Her eyes widen, almost like a deer in headlights, a myriad of emotions crossing her features from panic to worry to revelation to uncertainty and more. When it looks like she might bolt to the other side of the room, she instead gently falls back down to where and how she was before, eyes tightly shut and her hold on him tighter than before.]
You're still here. Thank God.
[Her voice is hoarse and shaky, like she might cry, but this time, her tears would be good ones. The relief and gratitude in her tone is palpable, easily betraying the upswing her heart is doing from him simply bering there. Her right hand moves, sliding under his jacket and shirt to rest on his bare skin, fingers splayed across his stomach with her thumb tracing small circles over his muscles. She just needs to feel him, not the clothes he's wearing.
Deep breaths are taken to calm herself down, each less shuddering than the one before it. When she's calmer, the circles stop, but her hand stays where it is. Through their close proximity, it's likely Messer can feel the sped up beating of her heart. She certainly can. But she doesn't nothing to change it, instead asking a very important question.]
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A few minutes later, Kaname shifts, snuggling closer to him in her sleep with her head closer to his chest than before. Red hair is strewn across it, her hair clip having fallen to the floor sometime the previous night. Her breathing comes in soft, evenly spaced bursts, betraying how peaceful she is and how safe she feels next to him. A small, barely audible murmur escapes her. Messer... His name, full of gratitude, affection, and relief.
Another hour passes, maybe two, before she finally stirs and blearily cracks an eye open. Soon it's followed by the other. She moves her head back to look around, hair brushing under his chin. It doesn't take her long to remember everything about the previous day: their journey, his condition, the pain he was in, the desperation...
Kaname sits up fast. Too fast, given the spinning her head greets her with. Blinking to clear her vision, the singer's gaze lands oh him, awake and staring at her. Her eyes widen, almost like a deer in headlights, a myriad of emotions crossing her features from panic to worry to revelation to uncertainty and more. When it looks like she might bolt to the other side of the room, she instead gently falls back down to where and how she was before, eyes tightly shut and her hold on him tighter than before.]
You're still here. Thank God.
[Her voice is hoarse and shaky, like she might cry, but this time, her tears would be good ones. The relief and gratitude in her tone is palpable, easily betraying the upswing her heart is doing from him simply bering there. Her right hand moves, sliding under his jacket and shirt to rest on his bare skin, fingers splayed across his stomach with her thumb tracing small circles over his muscles. She just needs to feel him, not the clothes he's wearing.
Deep breaths are taken to calm herself down, each less shuddering than the one before it. When she's calmer, the circles stop, but her hand stays where it is. Through their close proximity, it's likely Messer can feel the sped up beating of her heart. She certainly can. But she doesn't nothing to change it, instead asking a very important question.]
How are you feeling?