( Sorrel's nightmares happen all too often, cries. Sorry for the heartbreak-!!! )
Sorrel felt his back being rubbed and he thought it may have actually happened. His eyes jolted open, and he looked fearfully at Amory. "D-Do you have a knife?" He asked. His dreams were so lucid that he often felt convinced that aspects of them were real. His eyes were glassed over, he didn't want his dream to come true.
(It's fine, I deserve it with all I put my own characters through, lol)
Amory was startled by this strange question. "Um, in my kitchen drawers, why?" AMory didn't like that Sorrel looked so scared of him. "Baby, Honey, what's wrong? What did you dream about?" Amory kept rubbing his back, cuddling Sorrel close, hoping to chase away Sorrel's fears.
( Honestly I put mine through through Hell, and Hell again. )
"I had a nightmare, I have those a lot, it's a side effect of some disorder I have," He muttered. He pulled Amory closer, letting his fear go away, slowly. "I had a dream that you embraced me, I liked that part, but then you stabbed me in the back, it was kinda scary, and like, it felt so real.." He murmured. He put his head on Amory's chest, listening to his heartbeat.
(MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Amory inhaled sharply. "Oh Honey… I'm so sorry…. I-I would never do that… I promise. I don't want to ever hurt you. In any way, shape, or form…" Amory nuzzled into Sorrel's hair. "I just want to love and protect you… I swear…" Amory sighed and tucked Sorrel into him. "Do you want me to help get your mind off the dream?"
( Right! Idk why I do it, I just do big sad )
Sorrel sighed, deeply. He hugged Amory, quite tightly given the state that he was in. "It's my fault, my dreams aren't usually too good, you'd probably be all sweetness and roses if I were normal," Sorrel whined. He laughed, hesitantly but warmly. "Please give me something sweeter to think about, remind me of your love.." He insisted.
(Same. There's just something about angst….)
Amory shook his head at the first comments but said nothing, but then smiled and kissed Sorrel deeply, but briefly, before whispering softly, "MMmmm…. ~ How 'bout you tell me what you want to do for the day when we get up? It's Sunday, so we're free to do whatever. I'll take you anywhere you wanna go. Do anything you wanna do." Amory dipped his head down so his lips were on Sorrel's throat, his hands sliding under the other's shirt.
(Gtg, see ya!)
( I guess it makes me feel better lmao )
Sorrel squeaked softly, "I-I, okay.." He began. "I want to go on a walk. One of those pretty walks with all of the flowers and naturey scenes.." Sorrel continued. He rambled about how he loved sakura blossoms, and how they smelled about as good as Amory did. "But I also want to do things all about you…" He said. He was going to continue his words before he lost track of them, and focused on Amory.
(See ya on Monday!)
Amory smiled as Sorrel rambled on about what he wanted to do, continuing to just sprinkle light kisses all over Sorrel's neck. When the other drifted off, he began to speak in between the kisses. "Well, we're gonna do your nature walk… Then we'll go to my favorite coffee shop for something to drink and a bite to eat… Then, I think we should… Mmm… How about we go to a bookstore? Do you like books?"
( Hello there Whisper! )
"I love books! I really like those historical fictions, primarily about European things and such!" Sorrel exclaimed. He grasped Amory's upper body in his loving embrace. "You've got just the right plans, you're so good at everything.." He mumbled, laughing a little. He finally forgot the dream, what a relief for him. "You must like books, too. Which kind?" Sorrel asked Amory, simply put.
(Hey, sorry I wasn't here yesterday, my mom decided to take me and my siblings fabric shopping at the last minute. So I ended up skipping school yesterday.)
( Exciting, and it's no worries, you're fine <3 )
Amory hummed a bit before answering, "I like anything and everything. Except Biographies. Particularly autobiographies. Can't stand 'em. But everything else, I like to just browse through the library or bookstore and read whatever catches my eye." Amory rolled the two of them over so Sorrel was lying on top of him. "So, plan sounds okay? We can also just do whatever comes to mind throughout the day." Amory smiled up at Sorrel.
"Of course it does, Amory. Everything you say sounds good." He snorted after that, laughing quite brightly in comparison to his other laughs. "I love this, Amory, I hope we stay like this forever." He whispered, a soft kiss to Amory's neck following. "It's getting late, and if we don't sleep, I bet we'll be tired, or at least I will." He mumbled.
Amory smiled, nuzzling Sorrel's nose quickly. "Just trying to please you." He laughed along with Sorrel, eyes sparkling with happiness. "I hope we can stay like this too…" he murmured. He shivered at the kiss to his neck, before nodding. "Yeah, you should get some sleep. I'll be right here. Wake up when you want to. I… I love you…"
Sorrel whispered, to Amory, then. "I love you too, see you in the morning." His eyes closed, and this time, his dream was good. He dreamed of how the next day was going to go, and all good things were in his mind. Amory had cured him, and it seemed to be a great miracle. Warmth and steady heartbeats resonated in his body, and all was good with him.
Amory sighed in relief as Sorrel seemed to sleep well. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through Instagram, waiting for morning to come, cuddling Sorrel tight against his chest protectively.
Sorrel snored, softly, as he completely drifted away from his awareness of the world around him. He was only sure that Amory was there, and nothing else mattered.
( Time skip to maybe 6:30 a.m. ? )
(Yeah, sure. Also, Amory didn't sleep all night because he has clinical insomnia. Just throwing that out there if you want to play off that… wink, wink)
( Oh my GOSH, literally Sorrel's opposite! Even more cute omg omg )
(grins)
Amory was shifting around, trying to get comfy as the sun slowly started to peek in the window, still scrolling through his phone, dark bags under his eyes. Hmm, maybe he should go to the bathroom and cover them up with make-up before Sorrel wakes up…
Sorrel rolled over, and a soft 'mmf' sound inseminated from him. His hair was messy, and strands of it were practically everywhere. He lazily looked at Amory. "Hi, Amore." He purred. It was an interesting play on the guy's name, a French reference to a very special word. He blushed a little, and his vision settled itself down. "You look dreadful, like, absolutely stunning but tired as hell.." He muttered, not even holding back.
Amory smiled at the new nickname, running his fingers through Sorrel's hair, finger-combing it down. Then he groaned at the last comment. "ugh, I was hoping I could sneak to the bathroom before you woke up so you wouldn't have to see this."
"It's fine, I promise you I get it." Sorrel said, immediately. I truth, he really didn't. He'd never had one of those things in his life, but he tried to sound sympathetic. He brought himself to sit up, and a little of the pajama shirt sat up, revealing a small portion of his lower belly. "You're still handsome~" He whispered, leaning his head on Amory's shoulder.
Amory chuckled at this and poked at Sorrel's exposed bellybutton before sliding his hand under Sorrel's shirt, resting his palms on the other's sides. He purred, "And I'm not nearly as handsome as you~…" He sat up and lightly began kissing Sorrel's neck. "And… I really liked that new nickname…~"