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trashmouth if you're nasty. ([personal profile] sloppybitch) wrote in [personal profile] respirations 2019-09-24 04:50 am (UTC)

[It always happens in the dead of night, in complete silence and blackness just like Pennywise preferred. Eddie's nightmares have been getting worse and more frequent, steadily like clockwork piercing through the veil of what they were trying to build together. Richie had tried many times to coax Eddie into a discussion about him, to quell his concerns, similar dreams plagued him every so often but when his mind was at its weakest, in the comfort of sleep, things took nasty turns and there wasn't much either of them could do about it.

When Eddie starts up, Rich is already sitting up in bed, watching him with dismay as he remedies the fit of coughs with the albuterol inhaler.]


You okay, Eds?

[Even with his voice still thick from sleep himself Rich is already at his side, an arm over his shoulders for support. Anything to let Eddie know he was still there, and what they had between them was still real. Whatever was causing the dreams weren't as real as he was.]

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