Chapter Twelve. 🌶️

                                    

                                          
Dreams are a look into our minds, memories, and lives.
*Content Warning: Sexual themes (naw not smut...yet)*
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Drowning, you're drowning- no choking. You can't breathe, you can't cry, nothing but fear clouds your head.
A dream? Maybe a memory.
Hands clasp your throat, you try and fight back but you can't. Your body is too small, why is it so small? Your hands are one of a child as you struggle, kick, fight. The hands don't release you, they won't let you go. No matter how hard you try- they won't let go.
The hands release you and the smell of burning fills your nose, you're no longer drowning. Water is replaced by flames. What's burning? A house?
You turn to stare at an oddly familiar house burning in front of you, screams are heard, yours? Yes, yours, and someone else- someone you know. Another voice spills into the sound, pleading, apologizing, it doesn't sound sincere. 
You sit on the ground, pulling your knees to your chest, your throat closed because of the smoke. You choke and gag. A scream leaves you-.
"No- no-"!
You gasp, sitting up. Cold sweat covers your back and face, the phantom feeling of hands on your throat pulling you almost back into the dream. Words sound around you, ones you can't understand. Hands on your face- who's-.
"Was ist falsch"? König's panicked voice snaps you back to reality. You feel his hands softly hold your face, stroking your cheek over your mask as you calm your breaths.
"Nightmare". Is all you can muster as you lean out of his grasp and lay back down, turning your back to him. You're thankful he pulled you out of it. The dream felt too real, as if it is a memory you can't remember. That wouldn't be surprising in the slightest. Your whole entire childhood before fifteen is gone, lost in your endless mind.
Everything after then till you joined the European military is a blur, one you don't mind forgetting. If it's that bad that your mind wants you to forget, why even try and remember?
The sound of him standing meets your ears and you panic a bit, not wanting to be alone.
"König-". You choke out.
"Ja..."? He whispers.
"Can you sleep in my bed with me tonight"?
"I-".
"Bitte".
He doesn't say anything, rather slowly slides into your bed, facing away from you. His body gives you warmth and comfort, something you have needed for a long time. König's body is stiff and awkward against your back, you can feel his muscles moving as he tries to get comfortable.
"You can turn around if you need more room".
"Was-".
"I'm not repeating myself".
Carefully, he turns towards you, wrapping an arm around your body. He pulls you close, his head resting in between your shoulder and head. You can feel his whole body press into yours, butterflies filling up your stomach. As much as you want to be angry, you can't fully. He apologized, he helped, and he's even laying in your bed to comfort you, even though he doesn't have to. Yes, lingering anger and fear fill your body, but at the same time, the need for affection weighs over it.
You wiggle your body a bit, trying to get comfortable, but stop once you hear a gasp leave his mouth.
Oh- right...