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Who: verdantventure & dubiousdoings
Where: Clive's room
When: Middle of the night
Rating: Shouldn't go above PG I mean REALLY
Summary: Flora's been staying in his room the past week, and has been waking up every night. Clive finally confronts her about it.
The Log:
Her nightmares were getting more and more frequent, and what had once been an occasional occurrence was now happening every night. It had practically become routine--She would fall asleep and dream of a tower where no one finds her, or of being left behind for good, or of her parents...and then she would wake with the tears already falling.
Tonight was no exception.
She couldn't help but feel bad about it, really. After all, Clive was right there, and she worried she would wake him. She cried quietly, sure, but...it was his room and she didn't want to disturb him. She didn't want to cause him any trouble, because he was so kind to her. Always kind.
She sits up and rubs at her eyes. For a moment she contemplates leaving the room, but she doesn't have it in her to move. Instead, she pulls her knees to her chest and rests her head upon them, prepared to cry until she either falls back to sleep or runs out of tears.
Where: Clive's room
When: Middle of the night
Rating: Shouldn't go above PG I mean REALLY
Summary: Flora's been staying in his room the past week, and has been waking up every night. Clive finally confronts her about it.
The Log:
Her nightmares were getting more and more frequent, and what had once been an occasional occurrence was now happening every night. It had practically become routine--She would fall asleep and dream of a tower where no one finds her, or of being left behind for good, or of her parents...and then she would wake with the tears already falling.
Tonight was no exception.
She couldn't help but feel bad about it, really. After all, Clive was right there, and she worried she would wake him. She cried quietly, sure, but...it was his room and she didn't want to disturb him. She didn't want to cause him any trouble, because he was so kind to her. Always kind.
She sits up and rubs at her eyes. For a moment she contemplates leaving the room, but she doesn't have it in her to move. Instead, she pulls her knees to her chest and rests her head upon them, prepared to cry until she either falls back to sleep or runs out of tears.