Markus’ hand was moved to rest over Enyos chest, the man lacing their fingers as he breathed slow, deep breaths. “Can you copy me? Feel how my chest falls and rises with each breath, can you do the same?” He asked soft and calm though fear was starting to creep into the corners of his tone.
“Just a nightmare. A dream. It wasn’t real my King, my love. You are free and safe.” Enyo would never be saying words laced with such adoration had he thought Markus was in any mind to understand. He knew the others panic all to well.
Markus nodded weakly, trying to copy how Enyo was breathing. Listening to his words, just letting them fill his head. He was free, and safe, and with Enyo. It had just been a dream, a nightmare.
He very slowly managed to even out his breathing, his grip finally loosening on Enyo’s hand. He was here, and safe, with Enyo. There was nothing he had to fear.
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