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Ward
/wɔːd/
ARCHAIC
guard; protect.
"I had another nightmare," Bad whispered, voice a little hoarse, as he stood in the doorway. Waiting.
Skeppy pulled back his covers and simply said, "me too."
Bad shuffled forward and buried himself beneath the covers. He sidled up close to Skeppy, hiding his face in the other's shoulder, and breathed him in. Felt soothed by the familiar scent. Felt assured by the rhythmic thump, thump, thump of his heart. But most of all felt safe as Skeppy wrapped both his arms around him protectively; a ward against any nightmares that tried to hurt him.
"Will they ever stop?" Bad croaked.
Skeppy was quiet, contemplative, before he finally replied, "I hope so."
They lapsed once more into silence. Unlike the silence that had plagued Bad after waking from his awful dream this one was softer. Warmer. It was actually comforting with the way Skeppy was curled around him, fingers idly tracing patterns into his back, like he was guarding him from any of the bad thoughts that sometimes overwhelmed him. An outsider may have found the thought of a human protecting a fierce demon amusing; Bad just pressed impossibly closer to Skeppy and found solace in the trust still between them.