[ at first, her name doesn't rouse her. she's still caught in the dream, breath hitching on another sob, but with the weight of vasquez on her bed, the repetition of her name, her eyes snap open.
unseeing, staring out into the dark, emma is still unable to catch a full breath. her groggy, sleep-filled mind seems convinced those ghosts will follow her out of her nightmares, and it's with nothing short of panic that her hand snaps out, grabbing onto vasquez's arm before she even realizes who's sitting beside her.
before, bad dreams had been so easy for her to banish. they'd never been so violent, so insistent, and had always been simple enough that the curl of matthew's arm around her waist, the brush of his lips across her cheek, was all it took to settle her back into something like peace. but now, matthew is gone (forever), and her nightmares don't seem willing to allow themselves to be beat back so easily, as made evident by the way she digs her fingers into vasquez's forearm like it's a lifeline. ]
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unseeing, staring out into the dark, emma is still unable to catch a full breath. her groggy, sleep-filled mind seems convinced those ghosts will follow her out of her nightmares, and it's with nothing short of panic that her hand snaps out, grabbing onto vasquez's arm before she even realizes who's sitting beside her.
before, bad dreams had been so easy for her to banish. they'd never been so violent, so insistent, and had always been simple enough that the curl of matthew's arm around her waist, the brush of his lips across her cheek, was all it took to settle her back into something like peace. but now, matthew is gone (forever), and her nightmares don't seem willing to allow themselves to be beat back so easily, as made evident by the way she digs her fingers into vasquez's forearm like it's a lifeline. ]