[ He jolts awake with a gasp, curling forward over a knee as he flounders between dreaming and waking. Palming a hand down his face to help, Fjord's Darkvision kicks in to sort the shadows out and he glances down at the body beside him, staring at Molly and not knowing whether it's wiser to let him continue sleeping or ...
Fuck it. Who would want to remain in that dream? ]
Molly, hey. Hey, wake up.
[ Giving him a shake on the shoulder, Fjord rakes hair out of his own eyes and takes a steadying breath, casting off the last shudders from the nightmare. ]
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Fuck it. Who would want to remain in that dream? ]
Molly, hey. Hey, wake up.
[ Giving him a shake on the shoulder, Fjord rakes hair out of his own eyes and takes a steadying breath, casting off the last shudders from the nightmare. ]