Enyo rolled him over so that they were facing each other, tangling their legs together. He cupped Markus’ cheeks making him look at him. “Markus, love. You’re okay.” He whispered his eyes dancing with concern. He held both his hands squeezing them and bringing both to his lips to pressed a chaste kiss to the backs. “Just a dream.”
Markus made a surprised sound when he was turned around, but was glad for all the contact. He stared at Enyo, not understanding. Love? He couldn’t ask about it, because he could barely think at all.
“A-a d-dre-am..”, he was choking on his words, barely able to breathe in the first place. Just a dream, just a dream, just a nightmare.
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