◢ Random Scenarios from the darkest pits of hEck 〈 2023 〉 ◣

ᘛ Hush, darling . . . ᘚ

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Take a guEss on who it iS-
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Hurt-comfoRt-
Buut .. uneditEd, and rusheD- :D

This, this wasn't planned, but then I got free time in the middle of a few errands, and .. here we are-

Honestly, I was just experimenting here. It's nothing so grEat or something, sooo .. eH-
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MayBe, I'll write a better versioN, who knows-
I've still two actuAl oneshots with actuaL eFfort, in the works- :^

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Snap-
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She'd shot up with a sharp, frantic gasp, almost keeping the resemblance of how one would if they'd been coming up from holding their breath in water for a good few minutes. Her mind was racing, thoughts jumbled up and incoherent, all tunneling around that one, dark feeling; pure panic.

The attack was mostly silent. Somehow she'd been able to unconsciously acknowledge the others were asleep, and disturbing them shouldn't be on her list of actions.

Pressing herself to the wall, the room was suffocating for that moment, as if everything had gotten too hot all of a sudden. Alongside that, her figure was horribly trembling, fear's dark claw clutching at it all over. That nightmare had truly shaken her.

Few more minutes, she stayed like that, gaze veering from one direction in the dark to the other. She wanted to cry; cry so much that it'd quake the walls, the surrounding atmosphere, everything she could see, but she just, felt unable. The faint, shuddering equivalent of what can only be labeled as rapid, panicked breathing was the sole thing that might have held much sound, and was what kept her from completely breaking down.

She didn't know what to do. Her head was useless in terms of a waking, rational thought, and it was agonizing .. so, so agonizing.

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All of a sudden though, that terrified, horror-struck emotion was elevated by a notch by something brushing against the side of her face. She wasn't clear in her thoughts, so that was immediately deemed a threat, and  she'd near-soundlessly yelped with an addition to shuffling away. Only, the source wasn't willing to let her do that, and pulled her closer in opposition to her try, leading that tensed position to persist, and nearly a cry for help had escaped her with it, had it not been for a subtle 'hush', and then a soft murmur of her name, that spoke completely against what she was thinking it to be.

Within seconds, she could feel that the source to that contact, was actually a familiar presence, someone that could never resemble the face she'd seen; never to hold out the wrong hand towards her.

Her eyes flickered, fear still clearly clouding them over. But with fear, that touch had activated another sense, that, though minor in degree, it was an attempt to draw her back into the realm of calm.

Silent, still stiff and shuddering from that horrid feeling, her figure took the arms of this, second as a safe haven, and she leaned into the embrace with a weak, quivering whimper. Turns out, that was all she needed for a tight clasp on her chest to break, as within a short moment, she'd felt herself shivering under short and shaky, silent sobs. Laced with nothing but utter fright, she cried into the other's arms like a child, the light stroking of a hand on her arm prompting her to keep on, so to loosen up the binds of that terror.

She wouldn't know how long there was no change in the scene; she'd kept crying, and the second presence kept on comforting her. The hand had now shifted from her arm, to over the side of her head that didn't face the second, and was gently rubbing the thumb against it. She herself had silenced a little more; her sobs were no longer heavy. They were subdued to faint, gasp-like whimpers due to either being exhausted and drained by the slightly louder equivalent, or just, her having significantly gotten better. The trembles stayed the same, however. Aside from lessening a degree, they never entirely disappeared.

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When she was a bit more on a tranquil side of things, and warmth was finally beginning to be recognized by her systems, a few seconds of that exact time was when a whispery, masculine voice initiated the exchange of words between them. The source to that warm embrace pulled her closer into the side the much it was possible at the same time. " . . . Bad dream..?" ....

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