najaran: (Sleepy Yawn)
Najaran of Gilman Isle on Rakan ([personal profile] najaran) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckernet 2022-07-16 08:19 am (UTC)

She had stirred a little when he shifted the hoodie off and put it around her. She sniffled, confused as to what he was doing, but she let him. She was so tired. Sleep was pulling at her, and the part of her that was fighting it was all but lost on the part of her that was asking why. When he resettled, she found herself snuggling in.

"Thank you..." she mumbled, voice a little slurred with the sleep that was dragging on her.

She felt safe. And that made it hard to think of any reason to not sleep. There was something oddly familiar about this whole thing and her drifting mind came across two... they were as much sensation as memory...

Being curled like this against Duo when they had both been so upset and...

Her dad. Being curled like this with her dad.

Not just one time, but many. Sometimes when she was upset, or he was, or just because it was cold.

Her lips slid slowly upwards as she drifted closer and closer to sleep. And there in the Garden car with Esteban, it was almost like being back with her dad, knowing that no matter what happened, he'd keep her safe. They'd be okay...

They'd be okay....

Somehow.

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