@seanceisms continued
ASK: ❛❛ Shh, shh. It’s okay. You’re alright. You’re safe now. ❜❜ (from dave at phasingal!)
soft caring starters!!
status: ACCEPTING
Sender: @phasingal
He still has NIGHTMARES. He still has them SO VIVIDLY. The sight of Dave dying, the sight of the hole in his chest, the way Dave had died in her arms. Not only is she haunted by ghosts and night terrors, but now she’s haunted by the memory of Dave dying.
Five had seen how DEPRESSED he was without the love of his life and gone back in time to get Dave, to bring him back, and Klaus was THANKFUL for it, but he was still more traumatized by the whole ordeal than she’d let anyone know.
He’d woke up GASPING FOR BREATH. With frightened wide eyes and looking desperately over at Dave to make sure he’s STILL HERE. The male sits up and starts trying to comfort him and Klaus is quick to wrap her arms around Dave and bury her face in the crook of his neck.
In the embrace, his gasping heavy breaths seem to calm A LITTLE. Not completely and he’s CERTAIN Dave can feel the feeling of wetness against his neck, he’s crying. AS MUCH AS HE HATES IT. “I-I’m sorry….I didn’t mean to wake you….I just….”
If the way Klaus sought him out immediately upon waking didn’t make it clear enough, the way she immediately, desperately wrapped herself up around Dave as though he was about to disappear, made it abundantly obvious what the nightmare had been about this time.
“Hey… hey, it’s okay, I got you”, he soothed immediately, arms winding tight around Klaus, pulling her into his chest, quietly encouraging him to climb into his lap for maximum contact. Nightmares were finicky, and could make someone want to be alone or to want anything but. Whenever Klaus woke up sobbing his eyes out, clearly having dreamt about losing Dave again, and, worse, apologizing for it, Dave was pretty sure this meant his sweetheart wanted more contact, not less. (Truth be told, Dave also felt better if he had an armful of Klaus.)
“Don’t you apologize to me”, he chided, softly. “Not for this. We’re a team, remember? You and me, we’re a team.” He twisted his head around, kissed what he could reach of Klaus, which happened to be nothing but hair. Not that he minded, of course. There was a reason Dave never used his own shampoo For Men, and always went for Klaus’ strawberry-scented one. “I’m here. I’m here. I got you. Can you take a couple deep breaths for me, sweetheart?”
