I reference two classical pieces by Tchaikovsky and Chopin, which also happen to be one of my faves. I think they fit the scene quite well, which is suffice to say the most poetic (?) piece of shit I have written in a while HAHA also beware the ANGST TRAIN DOWN BELOW WAHU
The thunder raging in her head echoed still when she awakened. Heavy breaths reverberated across the empty chamber room as Corrin fought to calm her speeding heart. Red seemed to coat her eyesight as she frantically searched for hazel eyes; the remnants of that night's nightmare still fresh as the moonlight that streamed from her window. Sweaty hands gripped the white linen sheets–her mind was disheveled as the bedding that she was beginning to tear. No hazel eyes in sight. She slowly loosened her hold, and she took a deep breath.
"Ah." She muttered lamely, finally realizing that the state of her mind did not mirror the state of her physicality. The red that filled her vision slowly began to fade, but the sight of blood did not leave her heart. While dreams will be dreams, she could not shake the fact that the vision had told much truth, or worse, a future she could not prevent. It seemed tonight was not going to be a good night for Corrin, and no amount of Jakob's tea could help her now.
Jumping tiredly from her bed, she wrapped a robe of purest white around her lithe body. She shivered slightly, but she would rather not dawdle in her bedroom looking for more cover. She could still hear the sound of metal meeting flesh, and she would much rather leave before the scent would begin to overtake her.
Was she still dreaming? Some might have thought her a ghost roaming the quiet hallways of the Hoshidan castle, what with her white wrap and even whiter face. But no soul interrupted her journey, so nobody bothered to see. All except for one, whom Corrin knew would bother to see her, even at this time of night.
Takumi.
Quiet footsteps padded along, but Corrin's feet lacked hesitance. She knew where she would go. Whom she would find. Whom she wouldn't find.
Takumi.
The footsteps stopped. The breathing stopped. She lifted her hands, as if asking a question. Would he be there? Would he want to see her? Would he–?
"Corrin? Are you there?"
At once, the questions stopped, and she shook her head in relief. There wasn't even a need to worry. So without further ado, her small hands push open the tall wooden doors, and at once she could finally breathe again.
Takumi.
Red met hazel, and a dance immediately came to play. Questions left unsaid swirled in each others eyes.
Another dream? Nightmare.
Blood? Yes.
Who? Yours.
She watched his lips and saw it turn into a familiar frown. Breath hitched and tongue tied, she took a step. In a flash, the dance reached its climax. Takumi spread his arms wide and she rushed to meet them; both their bodies struggled to see who can intertwine faster. Her sobs made their escape, and he fought to capture them with chapped lips. Their bodies were meshed together and tongues alight, all while their hands traced the other's body because oh, they were constellations to each other. Stars scattered a million miles away, but they still fought to make the unfathomable understandable, because somehow they managed to find each other. Somehow, they were able to love each other.
The final bars and melodies were coming to a close. Like all dances, this one came to an end. What once was Tcaikovsky's Symphony No. 6 turned intoChopin's Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2. Calmness swept Corrin like a hurricane and she paused to look at her lover, her beau, her everything. Red stopped to meet hazel, and he knew she was going to be ok. She still needed to work on helping him know that he was going to be ok, but that was another story to tell.
"Did your nightmares wake you too?" Corrin asked, hands slowly finding their way back where they belong.
"Yes," Takumi whispered, his hands clasping hers, tight. "But my reality woke me up."
And so, they went back to sleep.