JINXED! Edward Nashton

[DARKSIDE]

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TRIGGER WARNING!

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[2008]

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The room was quiet, only the soft intakes of breath from the many children in the large room deep in their slumber, huddled together creating heat for one another.

Ticking from the clock down the hall coursed through the building, chiming quietly as the hand hit twelve spurring Jerome from her own sleep like clockwork, snapping her eyes open as she adjusted to the darkness consuming her. Shifting her gaze to the body curled up beside her.

Edward had his face pressed to the stained pillow practically nuzzled into her neck, his steady breathing hitting her pale skin, soft snores escaping from his lips with his shaggy brown hair ruffled from sleep going every which way but coving his eyes like a blanket shielding him from the cold room. Swiping her fingers over it to brush it away from his face, his features scrunched at the sensation before adjusting to heir touch, mindlessly moving closer to her body in his sleep seeking her out even in his somnolent state of mind, he was still needing to be close to her.

Letting out a huffed chuckle in amusement with her fingers still threaded through his locks, she made a mental note to cut it for him the next day. Gently shifting her weight to remove herself from his grasp moving off the bed itself, crouching down soundlessly grasping at her rucksack the lay hidden seizing one Edward's dark jumpers, slipping it on along with her hoodie and red jacket on top to stay warm in the harshness of Gothams weather outside of the already freezing building.

Moving through the room silently, careful not to wake anyone in the room, strategically placing her feet on the floorboards that she had memorised to be soundless as she collected her trainers from their place by the door. Lifting her hood over her head, tucking every strand of red hair inside as she made her way back towards the bed once again, her hand dug through her bag yet again pulling out a worn to death dark red sweatshirt, faded from age as a hand snapped to her wrist.

"Where are you going?" Edward asked, anxiety laced in his tone as he struggled to open his eyes from exhaustion.

Unfazed by his action, Jerome shifted her gaze towards him. This had become a regular occurrence for the two when she would do her weekly adventures to see her brother, no matter how many years went by Edward would always become anxious due to her nightly escapes.

"You know where I'm going Eddie, my sweatshirts here for you don't worry" During the years she had begun to give him a piece of her clothing, mainly her beloved sweatshirt, as a way to soothe the boy's nerves from her weekly night activities, however, this time it didn't work as it usually did.