Au - A Dreamer
Context - Because of Sabre's power he has a habit of sleepwalking off and having sleep related problems. But thankfully Orange was there to comfort him. And you get a glimpse of a bird like Sabre.
Dreamwalkers/Portalers are young but powerful people. They can travel the realms of dreams. Their powers come in at five years old and they are supposed to protect the dream realms from getting corrupted. In the more recent years there have been less and less Dreamwalkers/Portalers. That's because the corrupted had been either killing or eating them. They come in groups of five, and are labeled with numbers in some way somewhere on their body. The number indicates which power they had. Five were shields, four were weapons, three were flora, two were fauna. Not much is known about one but they are supposedly the reason why Dreamwalkers/Portalers are named the way they are. It's because they are the ones with the ability to make the gateways/portals between Dream realms. Some Dreamwalkers/Portalers have animal-like qualities or actions. And Dreamwalkers/Portalers because of corrupted almost always die before they turn nineteen now.
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Orange's POV -
I wake up and something feels really wrong... wait... I don't hear Sabre downstairs anymore. Crud!
I rush down stairs and see that Sabre is in fact not in his bed. Ok don't panic I just need to find him and— oh wait he just made it over to the statue this time, ok I just need to quickly go and grab him.
I run over as fast as I can and immediately scoop up him while he's still sleepwalking. "Hhhnnmmm?" I down at him and he's starting to stir from his sleep.
Sabre POV now -
"Hhhnnnmmmm?" I let out a confused noise as something picks me up I think. "SSsshhhhh... just sleep..." Yep that's Orange by his voice. I know I should technically get up but I'm comfy and I feel safe in his arms so I'm fine.
He swiftly takes me back to the house and up to his room and grabs the blankets and stuff from my bed and makes a little nest for me in his bed.
I can tell he's probably never made a nest before but he's trying. I'll give him some lessons on how to make a proper nest later. But with what little he knows he's making a very nice nest.
I wonder how much he actually knows about how to make a nest and what he's improvising with. But it's very comfy none the less.
He was about to me here to sleep in his bed about to leave and sleep on the floor so I do what I always do when he's about to do.
I grab his sleeve "Please don't leave..." I'm too tired to keep my eyes open but I can feel that he gives me a soft look before crawling into the nest with me.
He rubs my back and the top of my head as if soothing a child to sleep as he sings me a lullaby. Now we're both in the nest where we belong.
"Night night..." a soft "Good night Birdy." Is the last thing I hear as I drift asleep.
