quietly hums as she strokes his hair with nimble movements, a tiny smile on her features as she watched him with a peaceful gaze. // floof

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ   IN HIS SLUMBER, he clung to her a bit too tightly. The nightmares still plagued him — crippled him in its distortedly morbid way that cannot be stifled nor contained. Though he’d grown accustomed to having them by now, these visions didn’t exactly lessen.

              Gray awoke with a start, but it was nothing new. It took him a SPLIT second to grow reaccustomed to his surroundings —- to the nimblest of wintry fingers that carded through his hair. Soon, though, he relaxed back against her touch; deflating out a dampened sigh. 

It was then Gray realized that with her by his side, his nightmares are as fleeting as dreams. That having ANOTHER presence — having her presence was anchoring in ways difficult for him to explain…

                (  In ways that kept
                           his sorrowful frame inert,
                                       &&. his heavy heart at PEACE. )

    ❛ … Morning, ❜  Gray cooed, voice soft. He felt grounded &&. strong —– whole and COMPLETE encompassing within Serey’s embrace.