Sweet Dreams }I{
When he touches down on the floor of the bedroom, there’s a brief moment where his feet don’t quite register the firm ground beneath them and he stumbles. Thankfully his wings are there to correct this error, dashing a few feathers across the carpet but assuring that at least it’s not his face eating the rug.
Taking several breaths to orient himself he quickly sweeps a glance across to the bed, waiting until the slight foggy dizziness fades enough to let him gauge the situation on the bed. Neither brother seems to have awoken. Good. Releasing a relieved little sigh Blukat carefully pads his way over to the mattress, dismissing his wings as he clambers in between the two slumbering trolls. But he doesn’t lay down, not right away.
Instead he simply kneels there, letting his eyes paint themselves across both their faces. The lingering traces of the nightmare still cling at the back of his consciousness, of a different time, a different place -- bloody seats and empty eyes. A memory long past, now, but still not long enough.
Shaking his head he clears the last threads curling in his mind, replaced instead by the soft rise and fall of his two most important peoples chests. Finally he lays down, reaching to either side in order to claim one of each set of hands.
Closing his eyes he smiles, and lets the familiar rhythm of their pulses sooth him to sleep.
