red raw eyes slowly drift on over to the girls own plush, the tiniest inkling of a smile breaking through. one was good, two was BETTER. tugs at blankets, scrunching the very top up in fist; held against his stomach; as if helping build up a WALL, layers to keep the terrors at bay.
“That’s crappy… Wha- I heard you up, that’s never a good thing && I got worried, dummy.”
Feet held snug in feather-topped, pastel pink slippers; she shuffles forwards, clambering so thoughtlessly onto the bed of her sibling; hyper aware their older Brother would lavish this post- nightmare state. Cotton nightie hugging at her dainty figure, weary legs crossed; putting the girl in a neat position at the end of his bed.
“Go back to sleep, I’ll make sure no monsters get in, I pinky promise!!!”
