naptime with shibani

"Care to take a nap~? There's always room for others~"

Dexter stood at the entrance to Shibani's pillow pile, to much reluctance, that was. He hadn't slept well or at all for days, haunted by nightmares of his past, and this was a last ditch effort to try and get some sleep. He sighed, kneeling down after taking his boots off to join him in the pile. He immediately noticed how soft all the pillows were, it was almost as if he was sinking into a cloud...

Shibani yawned as Dexter finally laid down near him, lying down beside him and enveloping him as the big spoon. He stroked his greying hair, admiring all the different shades as he quickly lulled off to sleep.

Dexter also didn't take long to drift off, despite his reluctance for it all. Shibani's yawning was infectious, not to mention the touching of his hair was quite soothing to him. He was also able to continually admire the softness of the pillows, even if it wasn't long before he was out.

Dexter finally fell off to a deep, and troubleless, sleep, finally granted dreams of love and hope. Dreams of his lost love, and ones that weren't wrought with images of death and destruction. He was able to dream things he'd never thought he'd be able to; future visions with a life with someone else. Able to hold them without regret, able to give them things that they couldn't give their lost love, and that someone else was-

Dexter's eyes opened as he felt movement near his back, though it was just Shibani finally rolling over. He was not sure how long he had been out, but it had to have been almost 12 hours, though he was sure he could sleep more. It took a long while for him to even have the brain power to even recollect the dreams he had. Once he did, however, the tears immediately began to roll. He covered his face with his hands, sobbing into them, which immediately woke Shibani up. He looked around in confusion as he managed to push himself up, "....Mmn? Dexter...? What's wrong...?"

Sobs wracked Dexter's body as he cried out into his hands even as Shibani tried to comfort him, rubbing his back and shoulders as he gently hushed him, "Shhh...It's okay, don't worry..."

He shook his head, sniffling and whimpering, to which Shibani nodded in reassurance, "It will be okay, Dexter, don't worry...Just hold my hand and try to rest again. You're just tired...you need the sleep."

Shibani offered his hand, to which Dexter shakily grabbed onto it with his own, clammy wet hand. He wasn't even sure as to why he was crying at such positive, happy dreams. Maybe in his mind he was just convinced that none of it was ever going to happen, even with dreams of a life with someone else.

Eventually, Dexter's sobbing began to slow and his shaking subsided. He began to relax once more into the pillows and the comfort of Shibani, drifting back off to a much more positive, and hopeful, sleep.