The Fallen Times
FIC- You're Such an Asshole
She woke up in the dark of night, muffling her screaming out of instinct. She turned over in the caravan bed, but then remembered Henri was no longer there to comfort her after her nightmares.
“Argh…” she muttered, and had to try not to scream this time.
She threw her legs over the side of the bed and stepped lightly over Mordiah’s sleeping body, then Pacer’s. She stepped out of the caravan and breathed in the cold, fresh, winter air. She stopped shaking.
“You should put on a sweater or something,” he said, “you’ll catch a cold.”
She refused to look at his stupid face. “Since when did you care?” she asked, haughtily. But it was cold, and her shoulders were bare.
She felt him gently lay a half-cape on her shoulders, warm from his own body heat. Hating herself, she pulled it closer and tighter around her. It smelled like horses.
“I always cared,” Billy said softly.
“You have a funny way of showing it,” she said, angrily, “Just up and leave, saying such nice things-”
“Please,” Billy said sadly, “I don’t want to argue tonight. It’s Mid-Winter.”
“And that matters? Because…?” Da’at asked mockingly.
“It means the Gods aren’t watching,” he replied, then he hugged her.
For several long seconds, her anger stayed at her side. Then when it was clear he wasn’t letting her go, she brought her arms up too and they held each other as snow began to fall gently.
“Happy Mid-Winter, Da’at,” he said.
She was still shocked. “Is this a dream?” she asked. She felt something warm drip onto her neck.
“Nah,” he said, “You only have nightmares anyway.”
“I think I prefer the nightmares,” she joked, and smiled when he laughed into her hair.
“I think I do, too,” he said. His voice broke. “They hurt less.”
She woke up in the dark of night, muffling her sobs out of instinct. She turned over in her caravan bed and closed her eyes tightly.
“You’re such an asshole,” she muttered to the wall.
“I know,” he said, but when she turned around there was nobody there.