Just tell me where, tell me when...
WHO: Raven Roth, Terry McGinnis
WHERE: The House
WHEN: Sometime early in the morning when everyone's asleep.
WARNINGS: Depends on how deep the conversation gets. Will update if needed.
SUMMARY: Seems Raven isn't the only one who has a bit of night terror problems.
FORMAT: Para
It was lucky for her that Rimmer had gotten somewhat used to these sorts of things - sleeping in the bed with someone who had regular, terrifying nightmares caused that. Raven had managed to give him quite a few near-heart-attacks with her high-pitched screams and figure drenched in cold sweat. Every night it happened, he was there for her. Soon the nightmares faded down to a more manageable frequency - usually only cropping up when he had one, her empathy picking up the emotions darting through his mind, and recreating her own nightmare based on them. It grew in frequency when more people were added to the home, with nightmares of their own.
Raven hadn't had a night terror in awhile. One that caused her to bolt upright in bed with the usual scream choked back in her chest, resulting in only a pathetic squeak. Her eyes were wide, breathing fast, and it was enough to disturb the man beside her.
Once she had her bearings, she waved him off. No, no she was fine. It was just a dream. She'd just head downstairs and get something to drink and perhaps watch the lake. They had only just gotten to sleep too, with her work schedule at odd hours like it was, and she knew he was tired. No use fussing over her when some warm tea could do the trick, and he could be snug and sound up here. With a kiss on his forehead she left, carefully closing the bedroom door behind her to not disturb those on the floor below, and she levitated an inch or so off the floor to prevent floorboards creaking.
WHERE: The House
WHEN: Sometime early in the morning when everyone's asleep.
WARNINGS: Depends on how deep the conversation gets. Will update if needed.
SUMMARY: Seems Raven isn't the only one who has a bit of night terror problems.
FORMAT: Para
It was lucky for her that Rimmer had gotten somewhat used to these sorts of things - sleeping in the bed with someone who had regular, terrifying nightmares caused that. Raven had managed to give him quite a few near-heart-attacks with her high-pitched screams and figure drenched in cold sweat. Every night it happened, he was there for her. Soon the nightmares faded down to a more manageable frequency - usually only cropping up when he had one, her empathy picking up the emotions darting through his mind, and recreating her own nightmare based on them. It grew in frequency when more people were added to the home, with nightmares of their own.
Raven hadn't had a night terror in awhile. One that caused her to bolt upright in bed with the usual scream choked back in her chest, resulting in only a pathetic squeak. Her eyes were wide, breathing fast, and it was enough to disturb the man beside her.
Once she had her bearings, she waved him off. No, no she was fine. It was just a dream. She'd just head downstairs and get something to drink and perhaps watch the lake. They had only just gotten to sleep too, with her work schedule at odd hours like it was, and she knew he was tired. No use fussing over her when some warm tea could do the trick, and he could be snug and sound up here. With a kiss on his forehead she left, carefully closing the bedroom door behind her to not disturb those on the floor below, and she levitated an inch or so off the floor to prevent floorboards creaking.