WHO: Thera and Atthis WHEN: Thursday, November 11th, 2am. WHERE: Atthis's bedroom WHAT: A certain 'murder game' nightmare wakes Thera from her sleep. Atthis has to deal with the aftermath.
One did not often wake with hands around their neck.
While not the first time she had been roused from her slumber at an unnecessarily garish hour of the night, it was the first Atthis had ever feared for the guaranteed continuation of her well being enough to reach for the pot on her bedside table and consider smashing it over the flailing woman's head.
Before the sobs came. After the first tear had been shed and a face wet and splotched with red was buried against her throat, she calmed. Steadied herself enough to curl her sleep locked limbs stiffly around Thera's trembling form and squeeze.
The Gods be with her, it was only a night terror and not another panicked awakening because the application of a 'pore strip' had been forgotten, or a cat not brushed. "I am here." She returned with lyrical sweetness. "I am here, Thera, open your eyes."
The sobs continued in the form of great heaving gasps for air. "I don't want to regret anymore," her throat managed to strain out, "I don't want to regret anymore, Atthis. I don't want to regret anymore."
Caretaker instincts manifested before the shock over the word 'regret' fully registered. "Hush, hush... You are safe, you are well." The strands that sprang strangely from Thera's head were smoothed with delicate passes of a palm. "No need to anguish, dearest. What is there to fear here?"
Thera clung. Gripped tightly to Atthis and let out every sob Atthis hadn't known the woman was capable of expelling. She trembled, she shouted her anger, and eventually it all died down to an even breath. The beat of Atthis's heart against Thera's ear. And the comforting touch of their arms around each other.
And then, the whisper. Two words from Thera that would forever change Atthis's life, though the weight of them was presently unforeseeable.
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While not the first time she had been roused from her slumber at an unnecessarily garish hour of the night, it was the first Atthis had ever feared for the guaranteed continuation of her well being enough to reach for the pot on her bedside table and consider smashing it over the flailing woman's head.
Before the sobs came. After the first tear had been shed and a face wet and splotched with red was buried against her throat, she calmed. Steadied herself enough to curl her sleep locked limbs stiffly around Thera's trembling form and squeeze.
The Gods be with her, it was only a night terror and not another panicked awakening because the application of a 'pore strip' had been forgotten, or a cat not brushed. "I am here." She returned with lyrical sweetness. "I am here, Thera, open your eyes."
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And then, the whisper. Two words from Thera that would forever change Atthis's life, though the weight of them was presently unforeseeable.
"I quit..."
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