[ No, ] she said, and she repeated it, shoving her hands into her blankets as if to push something away. They were gradually pushed off and hit the floor with a dull thump. Harmony whimpered, shivering — from the cold as much as the subject of her nightmare. It was an old but frequent one for the twenty - year - old.
[ No, ] Harmony pleaded. The crack in her voice suggested that her efforts were in vain ( and perhaps had been beyond the realm of her dreams, as well ).
[ no, Mr. Eagan. ]
With that, she seemed to wake. Enough, at least, to sweep her pretty blue eyes blearily around her dark room. ❝Gavin,❞ she uttered, soft and needing. Harmony sniffed and rubbed at her tear - stained cheeks. // @thisiamowed
Gavin woke as soon as his name was spoken, shifting from his slumped position on the chair and immediately landing on the shape of the girl on her bed.
"Darling."
His voice was rough, scratchy from sleep, but the way he rose from his seat was as swift as it was smooth. The small sliver of moonlight that made it through the curtains was enough to help him see the blankets on the floor, but Gavin forewent them in favour of approaching Harmony's bed instead.
She's crying. Instantly, Gavin had to bite back the urge to smile at how badly she needed him to make it better.
"Hey," he murmured, settling at the edge of the mattress and reaching out with one hand. Gavin's knuckles brushed tenderly over her temple.
"Hey, Harmony... won't you come to me?"
And should she rise to the occasion, his arms would spread wide in offering before closing around her. Gavin was born for this, after all-- to hold her, and hide her, and keep her from everything in the world.












