Feb 23, 2020 18:08:36 GMT -6
Post by insanity on Feb 23, 2020 18:08:36 GMT -6
Lance had not handled it well, when Noah's home had been raided by hunters who sought to wipe out the League. The family had gone into a form of hiding, excluding Lance's adoptive werewolf daughter, who had been off to grad school at the time of the occurrence. All things considered, they were lucky to have gotten out as well as they had. Their time in hiding had begun with Lance waking at all times of night, often choked with fear and worry. The night terrors had abated, at least... somewhat. He still woke up often, fear for his family making it impossible for him to remain asleep, but he wasn't choking or screaming anymore, as he had been in the beginning. Now, his eyes came awake, and the familiar acceptance settled over him in a calming way. Worse than the constant fear of being found again was that Lance was getting to a point where he wanted to fight back. The pacifist doctor was so worn out from having his family almost or actually taken away from him. It had happened the first time, with his parents and unborn sister, and he had hidden away to recover for a couple decades. The thought of the same thing happening again... to the man he loved and the family that they had found together?
The doctor turned at the thought, pressed his face into his pillow, and parted his lips to breathe deeply, trying to work through the crippling fear without alerting his sleeping boyfriend (NOTE: are they still just boyfriends? If not, we need to go back and do a thread on their proposal...). His hands clenched in the sheets around him in aggravation-tinged terror. Some part of him wondered if he would ever be able to manage to sleep without this worry again. It was only when he had a grip on himself again that he lifted his head again to watch Noah sleep. Not something he would have normally done, but considering that one of the things that struck him through with fear so often was losing this very person, he made an exception. The younger vampire looked so different when asleep, and it warmed Lance's heart and eased his worries to see him looking so peaceful and relaxed. The doctor wasn't a poet, by any means, but he had the feeling that a poem would best describe the comfort he felt when he was around the ex-hunter that he so loved.
Lance glanced to the window in their room, staring at the drawn curtains. It was dark out, but he could tell that it was a bit brighter outside than it had been upon him first waking up. Dawn would be there soon, and they would set about another day. He crept closer to the man beside him, gently putting his face against the other's back, and he just breathed. Slowly. In and out, comfortable in the knowledge that his dreams were wrong, and history was not repeating itself. Noah was safe. The kids were safe. Lance himself was safe. Everyone he cared about was together and safe. That was more than enough to soothe the doctor, now that he was awake and aware and capable of reminding himself of such.