Fear
An 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕 emotion that causes someone to be 🄰🄵🅁🄰🄸🄳 of something or person as likely to be ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs, ᴘᴀɪɴғᴜʟ, or ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚎�...
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I awake to the soft sounds of talking that seemed far away but getting louder the more I wake up. Cuddling into the warmth with a soft subconscious whine escaping, not wanting to wake up yet.
I hear a chuckle above me and a small giggle, I recognized the two immediately.
Emerson and Elijah.
I open my eyes to see those two staring at me with warm eyes and soft smiles.
"Morning Angel, you still tired?" Elijah asks and I nod with a pout, even though they couldn't see it.
"I did say that we shouldn't watch scary shows when we were supposed to go to sleep Angel. . ." Elijah pat my head and sat on the edge of the bed.
I whine loudly not liking that he was teasing me, huffing and turning into Emerson for some cuddles, earning chuckles from the two, it made my cheeks warm up. My eyes were heavy and didn't want to stay open. Maybe no more scary shows during night time. I just wanna sleep some more.
" 'Lijah. . ." I whine again and shake my head, almost falling off of Emerson who catches me.
". . . Can you say it again?" He asks and I turn to look up at him confused. "My name. . Can you say it again?"
" 'Lijah. ." I say again earning a bright smile from them both. I didn't understand why he wanted me to say his name but I didn't want to make him sad by not saying it.
"Hearing you say my name makes me so happy Angel." Elijah confessed with pink cheeks as he looked anywhere but me.
I reach over and grab his hand with a small smile, loving that I was able to make him happy. "Good."
Emerson shifts in bed, sitting up and pulling me up with him. "Come on Angel, you can't sleep all morning. ." He sings as he tickles my sides making me squirm with little giggles as I push his hands away.
"Sleepy. ." I say as I sit up in his lap, hands going under my mask to rub at my eyes as I yawn.
"I know, but maybe we can have a nap after lunch, how about that?" Emerson smiles at me as I nod with another yawn. "Good, now, let's get dressed."
With a small reluctant sigh, I climb off of Emerson and stand by the closet yet not going to open it, I wait for Elijah and Emerson to open it and pick out some clothes for me to wear as I was and probably will always be indecisive. But there was also way too much to pick from and I don't know how I could choose.
