Touken Ramblings | Touken Danshi x Reader

Nightmare

Air left you.

It no longer wanted to be by your side.

Nails scraping against your bones, dragging them across the surface; taking its sweet sweet time to tear you asunder.

Flames burn in your veins, replacing your ichor that gave you life – scorching you from the inside out, crawling its way out from within, a warm emerging from the depths below.

You wanted to scream.

You wanted to howl until your throat was dry, hoarse, till your lungs left you and ceased to function.

That is when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you, rough from war and spite, melt the moment they touch your skin and the silk of your pajamas.

"Master, I'm here."

An earthquake rattles the inside of your soul, melting your organs, rain from your hues, a sniffle from your nose; you lean into the chest of the much taller naginata, a thumb probing at your tears, swiping them away faster than you could blink. Your eyes blink away the rest of the moisture, staring up at the man who held you in his arms. "Iwa...tooshi?"

"I'm here." He repeats after himself, turning your head and body to the point they can firmly rest on his open chest – a hand on your head. "You don't have to say anything, master. I'm here."

Your own hands tighten and curl deeper into the cloth of his sleeping yukata, closing your eyes and shuddering. But Iwatooshi doesn't stop, a hand on your head, the other on your back, rubbing circles into your skin.

It was all you needed.