She counts his breathing, hand warming upon his chest so she can feel the steady thumpthumpthump of his heartbeat beneath her fingers. Eventually, when he eases out and slips into sleep, Dís relaxes enough to let herself follow him.
The day might have been one of the worst in her short life, but that night Dís dreams of a chamber with star-studded gems embedded in the walls and ceiling, little constellations marked out like the sky until she couldn't tell one from the other.
In her dream they laugh and curl close, point out shapes and name them like there's not a care in the world. And she sleeps through the night for the first time in weeks.
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Date: 2013-07-16 06:22 am (UTC)The day might have been one of the worst in her short life, but that night Dís dreams of a chamber with star-studded gems embedded in the walls and ceiling, little constellations marked out like the sky until she couldn't tell one from the other.
In her dream they laugh and curl close, point out shapes and name them like there's not a care in the world. And she sleeps through the night for the first time in weeks.