Little Book of Stridercest

Late Night Cuddles

   Okay, just a little heads up! I will give a warning at the beginning of each chapter for any triggers. Got it? Great!
    Warning: Mentions of self harm, scars, and nightmares

                      3rd person pov

    Dave's eyes flew open, his heart pounding and his forehead covered in sweat as he sat up bolt-right in bed. This should have been normal to him by now, but he was still shaken up just as badly by his nightmares even after six months.
    With a small hiccup Dave realized he was crying. So he did the only thing he could think of and crawled out of bed, padding his way into his brothers room.
    "Bro...?" He murmured as he opened the elders door with a small creak.
    "What's the matter lil dude?" Bro grumbled, his voice still groggy with sleep as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
    Dave bit his lip and looked down a little. He felt bad seeking out solace from his older brother at seventeen years old.
    "C'mere," Bro sighed, scooting over in his bed and motioning Dave closer to which the younger happily crawled into his bed.
    "I had another nightmare... " Dave mumbled after he was tucked into Bro's arms and hidden into his chest. He was thankful for being somewhat small now, because he could curl into his brother and disappear into his warmth.
    "Want to talk about it?" Bro asked softly, running his fingers through Dave's hair in caring manner... One that Dave was still getting used to.
    "No... I just... I'm glad that game is over," He said barely above a whisper. He itched to dig at his wrist, knowing that cuts no longer lie there, but instead dozens of scars.
    "I know, me too," Bro said, his voice low and gravely.
     Dave couldn't help but smile knowing that everything was okay though. Bro was with him, and he wouldn't have to fight ever again.
    "You need to get some sleep Davey... Just start staying in here with me, yeah? I won't let the nightmares get you anymore," Bro said. He meant it to. Nothing would hurt his precious boy ever again.
    Dave nodded, laughing softly at the kisses littered across his cheeks and forehead.
    "What are you gonna fight them off with?" He giggled softly as he looked up into Bro's eyes.
    "Well my bare hands obviously," Bro grinned, pressing a slow, sweet kiss to his little brother's lips. "I love you, Davey."
    "I love you too, Bro," Dave said quietly as he relaxed into Bro and slowly but surely fell into a peaceful sleep.