Nightmares Take Us All

Marcel tilted her chin up gently, looking into her eyes with unwavering conviction. I believe in you, Eithne. More than anything. You’re not a murderer anymore. You’re better than that, and I’ll keep believing in you until you can believe in yourself.

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch tender. We’ll get through this together. One step at a time. You’re not alone, and you never will be as long as I’m here.

Marcel held her close, his heart aching for the pain she carried, but he remained steadfast in his support, determined to help her find her way out of the darkness.

And yes, calm, I er uh. It’s not that I wouldn’t, but not like this, not now, not while you’re upset. If we ever go there, I want it because you’ve fallen head over heels in love with me, not because you woke up from a dream that upset you, or uh, turned you on, or whatever. He chuckled quietly to himself, he didn’t want to be rude, and he wasn’t great at explaining himself, but Eithne meant a lot to him, and he wasn’t going to risk all that on what might end up being a one night stand.

@Eithne