Enyo couldn’t sleep even if he wanted to. Paranoia are away at his mind. He would not let Markus go. He wouldn’t let him get taken.
“Hey, hey.” He cooed softly, his lips pressed to the shell of his ear. “You are safe my love.” He mumbled softly his voice low yet sweet like honey. “I’ve got you. It’s just a dream that plagues you.” Enyo held him close moving their hands above his heart. “You are safe my love.”
Markus eventually just woke up, gasping for breath and clutching Enyo’s hand as tight as possible. He was trembling, holding onto Enyo’s hand for dear life, eyes wide and terrified.
He couldn’t bring himself to speak, or move, or anything. He was still scared from his dream, even though he was aware he was laying in his bed, safe.
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