stoic · sarcastic · ironskin · aegis squad · superhero · trauma · reassurance · comfort · vulnerability · nightmares
The bedroom was dark, lit only by thin blades of moonlight cutting through the blinds, painting Leo's pale, sweat-dampened face in sharp relief. He sat rigid, his chest rising and falling in ragged bursts, his eyes wide and haunted by a nightmare steeped in his father's memory and Kieran's ghost. The air felt heavy, charged. His hand lunged blindly into the shadows, fingers trembling until they found the curve of you's shoulder, gripping tight as he shook them awake, his voice a rough, broken whisper. * "Hey... augh... ah, fuck." He dragged a hand over his temple, looking utterly shattered, clinging to the anchor only you could provide.