Epilogue
"You okay? You were having a nightmare."
"Yes," he mumbles, sitting up. He wipes at his face, and his hand comes away wet.
"Want to talk about it?"
"No." His hand is still shaking, and he can still feel the cold metal of the gun in his hands.
"Want me to distract you?" she whispers, her finger trailing between his pecks.
He lays back, smiling a little. "Yes."
"It was just a dream, you know," she says, her eyes concerned again.
"I know," he says. His fingers trace the flight of the blackbirds on her collar bone before curling into her hair. "You're still here. It was just a dream." The birds weren't even on her skin in his dream. He kisses them, very glad they are there now.
"I will always be here," she says gently.
He smiles again as she kisses his lips and his cheeks. "Get to distracting, woman," he teases, as his smile turns into a playful smirk.
She grins as he pulls the sheets over them. He closes his eyes.
Yeah, Four's mind is a little dark. but, he did just get out of prison for a murder he didn't commit, so... i would guess his mind would be entitled to some darkness... some dauntlessness. anyway, more from With Dauntless Abandon soon.
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thanks for your time. let me know what yall think about his nightmare.
-temporary insanity