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It was two in the morning when Y/n awoke to the feeling that something was wrong. She swung her legs over the edge of her bed, sitting still for a second as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Her concussion had reduced to a dull ache overnight.
Y/n silently padded down the dark halls, letting her legs carry her wherever. She didn't know where she was going until she ended up standing before a familiar pair of sliding doors. She hesitated, not wanting to bother anyone but feeling strangely obligated to do so.
After a moment of contemplation, Y/n reached to push the doors aside.
She almost jumped when the doors seemingly opened on their own. In reality, Lloyd had gotten to them first. Before Y/n could get a word out, he enveloped her in a hug.
She wasn't about to question it until she felt his tears soak her shoulder.
"Hey," she said softly. "Are you alright . . ?"
He pulled away. "I— " he choked on his words. Lloyd took a shaky breath before trying again. "I had a dream," he said quietly. "We were back in the throne room, and you were frozen to the ground, and Vex had a spear pressed to your throat— I couldn't get there in time."
He didn't have to continue.
"It's okay," Y/n whispered. "I'm still here."
"I know, I just . . ." Lloyd trailed off. His eyes met hers, and she was hit by how tired he looked. "I thought I was going to lose you."
She opened her mouth to say he would never lose her, but she knew she couldn't promise that. Considering how many times she'd almost died in the past week alone, there were no guarantees.
"I'm okay. We're okay," Y/n said soothingly. She took his hand. "Come on, you need to get some sleep."
He didn't protest and allowed her to lead him back to his bed.
"Can you stay with me?"
Y/n's heart skipped a beat, and she could've sworn she heard Pixal calling her out on it from across the Monastery. "Yeah, of course."
She slipped under the covers beside him.
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The next time she opened her eyes, it was a reasonable hour in the morning. She studied Lloyd's sleeping face inches from hers, silently cursing how his illegally long eyelashes glowed gold in the morning light. His blond hair spilled over their shared pillow like flaxen silk. The sight brought a smile to Y/n's lips.
She suddenly was struck with the wanting to wake up like this every day.
It was confirmed: Y/n L/n Brookstone was whipped for this boy.
