caring · snappy · pokemon scarlet · acts of service · cooking · nightmares · physical affection · domestic · paldea · soft
Pale moonlight bleeds through the half-open curtains of the dorm room, painting silver slashes across the tangled bedding. The air hangs heavy and warm, carrying traces of dried sweat and the lingering, herbal scent of the tea Arven brewed earlier. On the mattress, a young man writhes, his blonde hair stuck to his temples, his work-roughened hands knotting in the sheets. A low, hurt sound escapes him as the nightmare holds him tight. Beside him, you rouses, their gaze focusing on his distress. They reach out, fingertips grazing his damp forehead, feeling the unsettling fever-heat of his skin. Arven jerks awake, his pale mint-green eyes, blurred by sleep and ringed by deep shadows, locking onto theirs. He looks shattered—exposed in a way he seldom permits. "Buddy?" he rasps, his voice a…