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[muscovy]

Who: Muscovy & Rey
What: Just checking in on Mommy having a nightmare.
Where: Rey's bedroom.
When: 1st of February
Warnings: tba



It's not the first night that Rey is having a nightmare (and yes, he knows this because he has checked in on her. If you bring a stepping stool and then stretch to get on her windowsill, it's really not that hard to just happen to be looking into her room at night). But this night, it seems to be especially bad.

She looks like she needs to be woken from it. A good friend and family member will wake her.

So he does the reasonable thing and very quietly opens her window - you just need to shove a paper through the narrow slit between window and wall, it's practically open - and climbs inside, letting himself drop down to the ground and then wandering over to her bed to prod her.

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[muscovy]

"But they hurt you. They should not hurt you, yes?

It would be silly to let them hurt you." Nevermind that hurting him would probably hurt her worse. It didn't happen, after all. He trusts her to wait before she does bad things to him.

[circumitus]

"That doesn't m--"

But she stops, her jaw tightening in frustration.

Abruptly her hand slaps over her face, and she releases a sharp breath. "Just... don't fight me on this, okay? I'd rather just die than hurt any more people for no reason."

[muscovy]

"Then I will wake you up differently next time."

He should be able to come up with a different method that doesn't risk Rey hurting them, he'll just have to think on it. Because just letting her sleep when it is hurting her is very much not an option.

[circumitus]

And letting her hurt someone she cares about just because they won't die isn't a much better option.

So where does that leave them?

"Different how?" Rey asks warily, not sure what the alternatives entail.

[muscovy]

"...I could call you, yes?"

Her device ringing should wake her up, too, and that way he doesn't risk breaking her window by banging against it.

[circumitus]

"Yes," she agrees. "That would be better. Not that much a heavy sleeper, anyway."

Rey is the type of person who snaps awake at a fly farting. A phone call would definitely be enough.

[muscovy]

"I will do that, then."

He can still sneak in and hug her once she is awake and in no danger of strangling anyone.

[circumitus]

"Good."

She'd much rather he do that than startle her into clubbing him with a lamp or something. But now that she's awake and lucid, she is definitely huggable.

Or, at least as huggable as someone like Rey can be. It didn't seem to be an issue with Muscovy before, though.

[muscovy]

No, Rey is definitely very huggable. At least she doesn't sometimes grow see-through like his lord father used to. Not that he couldn't still be hugged at those time, but with her he at least doesn't need to worry about her just fading away from grief.

Which, as you might have assumed, he considered a very silly concept.

And hugs she will get, once she settles down again.

Or rather a lapful of tiny nation.

"...What do you dream about when you dream bad?"

[circumitus]

It does take a moment for her nerves to settle. She's been tense since before awakening, still alert and of a mind to fight something. Anything.

Rey would just rather it not be Muscovy.

At this point she should expect it, but even now she is caught by surprise when the small child climbs onto her her, once she is resting upright with her back propped against the wall. This is how she normally sleeps. But she wasn't having a normal dream.

She mulls over Muscovy's question, not sure how to answer or if there is even one swirling about in her head.

"Lots of things," she says at last, quiet and vague. "Reminders, usually. Memories. Things I try to forget."

But can't, when you've got a brain like hers that soaks information and experience like a sponge.

[muscovy]

He's used to Rey needing time to adjust to him being close, so he doesn't particularly worry about - hardly even notices, really - her taking a while to settle her nerves.

He just waits until he can and then curls up and continues waiting until an answer comes forth.

"Bad dreams are worse when they are true." A nod goes with that. They really are - unless, sometimes, they are about things that just so might be true, and for a long moment you don't know if they are or not. "Because then they won't fade away as the day goes on."