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[OOC: Directly after this.]

It's a jolt, waking so suddenly. She stares at the shadowy ceiling, damp with sweat and shaking. She remembers... An all-too familiar nightmare which changed into a very unfamiliar dream where she and Ishamael had been children - and she couldn't do anything.

In dreams, anything's normal, but she could think, but her dream-body didn't obey the least thing she tried to do. It's still dark outside. The girl sits up, rubbing her head. That wasn't like anything, and she never dreams like that, and it makes no sense...

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A light chuckle as she rolled nearly on her stomach, his hand, enviably, trapped beneath her. Tilting his head, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Did I now?"

...Fuck.

"Yes!"

Her fierce whisper is muffled by the pillows, but clear enough. Face hidden, she hopes he can't see the colour of her skin.

A small smile as the hand under her body pressed gently upward. His voice was softly curious, his eyes wandering to enjoy the slight curves displayed by her position. Certainly pleasing to the eye.

"Then why are you blushing like that?"

She attempts to kick him backwards without looking.

"Beause it is embarrassing, leave me alone."

The foot is nowhere near him and so Ishamael leaned his face down till it was next to hers. His embrace is warmer and more affectionate.

"Forgive me for making an assumption on a vague statement by a woman I care about. I did not mean to embarass you."

Shelley attempts to burrow further into the bedclothes, but there is really no getting away. She will have to wait until he moves of his own accord - though if he doesn't she'll tell him.

Maybe if she says nothing and doesn't move, he'll go away. It's wishful thinking, but that's about all she has.

Once again, Ishamael calmly laid down beside her, his arms still wrapped around her. His voice was still and calm. It was a pleasure to lay beside her, and feel her breathing.

"I can use my powers to keep your nightmares away for this evening."

She swallows, face still pink and pressed determinedly against the pillows, and says nothing. She wants them to stop, yes, but if he decides to try bargaining for it... no.

Silence is safer.

He carefully wove the weaves into her mind. It was a simple thing really, and with arm firmly around her laid down to sleep. He had been tired and sleep was certainly sweeter with her by his side.

A whispered goodnight as Ishamael closed his eyes.

She doesn't relax, although after a moment she turns her head slightly so it's easier to breathe. Tensely waiting for the feel of his touch - in her mind or otherwise - sleep slowly creeps up on her, encouraged by the light weaves that she hadn't noticed, they were gentle enough.

She had intended to move elsewhere as soon as he was asleep, but somehow she drifts off before she can call up the willpower.

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