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Post by Persephone von Lockheed on Mar 8, 2023 6:19:12 GMT -5
It was a late, cold night. The soft embers from the fireplace in Persephone's room left a soft orange glow in the warm space. Everything seemed peaceful and quiet. Save for the young noble woman's soft sobbing in her sleep. She gripped her sheets tight in her delicate hands. Her legs kicked and her body trashed as she whimpered and muttered incoherently about something from her dreams. A memory that had her wrapped in it so tightly she feared she'd never escape. Finally, she jolted up in bed like a bolt of lightening. A scream rattled from her throat in the dark space, she was left confused and terrified. Two guards quickly entered her room to make sure she was okay. "My Lady!" Once was carrying a lantern that helped illuminate the space a bit better. At first Persephone scrambled back on her bed at the sight of the two men as they rushed into her space. One proceeded to look around the room for any intruder or danger. The other moved to her bedside. "Are you alright, miss?" Persephone swallowed dryly as she began realizing where she was. "All clear," the other called to his companion. The guard by her bedside stood up. "You're sure you're alright?" Persephone nodded again, unable to speak at the moment. The two left after that leaving Persephone alone in her room. The horrors of her nightmare still gripped her though. So she climbed out of her bed and grabbed her soft silk robe before she lit a candle and carried it down to her brothers bed chambers. Not many people saw Pearce Lockheed as brave or strong but Persephone did. He was her calm. Her safety. He was the only man she'd ever been comfortable with. With a knock she entered the room and closed the door quietly behind her. Persephone set the candle down on a nightstand before she climbed in her brothers bed and nudged him gently. "Pearce? Pearce will you wake up please?" There was still a hiccup to her voice as a few fresh tears slipped down her cheeks. |
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Post by Pearce Lockheed on Mar 8, 2023 7:05:07 GMT -5
Pearce was, by all accounts, a light sleeper. Perhaps the one thing he wasn't prone to, between stammering and fainting and bouts of panic, were nightterrors. Certainly he wasn't immune to them, but typically, once the Viscount managed to fall asleep, that was it.
Tonight was no exception. Even the screams down the hall only had him roll over. The sound of his door opening and footsteps on the second story floorboards of their old family home had no effect. Even the shifting of the bed and gentle nudges served only to cut off his soft snoring.
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Post by Persephone von Lockheed on Mar 8, 2023 7:48:23 GMT -5
Persephone didn't expect her brother to wake right away, but she wished he had. The younger Lockheed sniffled as she wiped some of the tears from her cheeks. Her eyes bloodshot and a bit puffy by now. Persephone wasn't as bad about her fainting spells as her brother. Normally only the sight of blood or a particularly bad panic attack would cause her to faint. But she was no stranger to her own anxiety which caused her to be regularly haunted by horrible night terrors most nights.
"Pearce," she called his name again, this time a bit louder. She also took more to shaking his shoulder as opposed to just nudging him. She didn't want to scare him awake but she didn't know how else to wake him. Persephone was so happy that her brother and his wife didn't share a bedroom. It was bad enough she'd come to wake him up she didn't want to wake up October as well.
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Post by Pearce Lockheed on Mar 8, 2023 16:49:45 GMT -5
The more aggressive shaking filly pulled him blinking and groaning from sleep. There was no particular dream he recalled, but sleep clung tightly to his mind and body, not wanting to release him to the waking world just yet. Thankfully, half asleep as he was, Pearce was much more relaxed, calm, and collected. "Persephone?" he mumbling her name as a sleepy question, rolling onto his back and looking over at his sister. He reached up to rub some of the sleep form his eyes. Was it morning already? He still felt exhausted, like he hadn't gotten much sleep.
"Wha...." he was forced to stop mid word as he yawned. "What's wrong?" he asked, the words soft and heavy all at once. He managed to focus his gave on her, the woman entirely in his bed and personal bubble, but his slowness to wake up played to her advantage. Pearce closed his eyes again, the words barely out of his mouth, breathing becoming heavy and deep again. Waking up was quite difficult sometimes.
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