As if driven mad with jealousy, Fate had decided to enter the pairs bedroom and to place herself between them. His dreams were distraught, dragged without warning to the place in which his fears lay dormant. It would have been far too convenient to allow the night to without, after all.
It had started off as a simple dream, one which pranced through his recent memories and replayed the events of the night before him. In this internal world he couldn't tell what aspects were wrong, as it all felt real regardless. While the nightmare played through like poorly cut together film, he watched it as though living through the events with this darkened lens. The visions placed him at the start of the alley, facing stark silver hair and a tight, familiar dress.
Her name flowed through his lips, and after a few moments of indulging deeper into her meal she finally allowed him a glance. The disinterest in her eyes before she went back to her meal was all he managed to see before the scene before him burned, the ashes taking shape into something new. The man had pulled himself up, tearing her dress in the process, and as his hands sought refuge on her body Finn was overcome with the urge to protect her. There was no such thing as minimal force when she was the one in danger, and so he acted without a second thought.
The events played out as they had before, and as Finn turned his gaze to her to speak his voice was no where to be found. Instead, hers boomed over the silence. Accusations of him being a monster, a liar, and a killer. Finn reeled back, and rather than leave she closed the distance. As he fell, she moved in and their eyes met. Even though her lips did not move, her voice echoed between the walls of brick and seemed to surround him. "You and I are through. I never want to see you again." As she showed him her back and began to leave, it felt as if the entire world warped to aid her in escape. As his arm shot out to grab her-
Eyes jolted open as the bed bounced and creaked in protest, urging its occupants to laze the day away in its welcoming embrace. As if his last few moments of the ghastly visions served as an alarm, the world began to take shape around him. His breath was sharp, inhaled through the nose and the only indication that he may have woken at all. All he saw was Seira's back, and as she began to move away from him he reacted.
Rolling forward with a suddenness that may have even shocked her, he buried his face within the fabric of her back and wrapped a free arm around her waste. His actions were done in silence, the warmth of her body serving as proof that this was real. Even if it were not, had it somehow been a creation of his own mind, he could accept it. At least here the wounded man could be in peace, his wound not of the flesh but of the heart.
"Please no," he whispered, having barely moved his mouth back to allot the space needed to speak clearly. Assuming she gave no protest, he pulled her back into the comfort of his embrace. Her back would be against the bed, and his lips would be laying claim to her own. He took a sharp breath once more through his nose, as if the only way to assure himself that things were as they seemed to be was to fill his senses with the one who made it so. Only after a few moments had past did he relent, covering her face with similar signs of affection.
Finn's grip tightened onto her, and while it was not enough to cause discomfort it seemed more wanting than his usual sign of affection. As if on queue for any questions that may have blossomed in her mind, he spoke. "I had a bad dream," he started, his fingers dancing figure eights upon her arm and the back of her hand before intertwining with her own. "It was-" His voice caught, head shaking ever so slightly as if to deny his next words their right to be heard. They were wrong, they didn't express what he really felt. "I don't want to lose you."
It was straight forward, but it had been rare for him to assume any other approach. His eyes found hers again, and he smiled. His eyes showed the relief of a drowned man found land, and his face softened. He didn't need to fear anymore, not with her here. Even without describing his visions to her, she could likely assume what had happened based off his words.
Without paying heed to what was going on around it, the world began to shake off its own slumber. The sky outside took on a faint glow, wrapping the world in an amber embrace. The songs of birds found the glass incapable of stopping them, and before long it was likely that the town around them would begin springing to life at any moment. For this moment though, nestled into their own little pocket of time, the two of them were completely alone together, and it was bliss.