[Seth Perry]

Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?

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Seth had lost track of just how many days she'd been staying with Noah now. He insisted on taking care of her while she was recovering, she suspected he was so insistent to make up for the misunderstanding, absolve him of any guilt over hurting her. It's what she would have done, had she known a year ago that he hadn't been a hunter. She would have tried to make up for it, for attacking him. She felt guilty now, knowing he'd had to go through it all alone.

They'd gotten used to moving around each other, grown a bit more comfortable, less tentatively cautious. Seth had to admit it was nice, it was comfortable. It made her homesick.

There were days Seth spent mostly alone, Noah gone to do whatever he needed to do, but she didn't really mind. She spent time in his yard and she noticed that more house plants had popped up around the house as well. She was used to being alone, and there was plenty to occupy her time.

One such day, Noah came back with her phone in tow. Seth was so excited that she jumped up, immediately regretting the exaggerated movement as she crumpled back with a mumbled stupid, directed at herself for forgetting she needed to move carefully. Noah was kind and helped her to the couch. They charged her phone, and while it was a bit worse for the wear it still worked.

What wasn't going quite as well, what Seth couldn't shake, was the nightmares. She was having vivid dreams about the attack from Noah, about her attack on him, and about Jason. Sometimes, it all jumbled together and she would wake up in panicked confusion, taking a moment to process where she was.

Tonight she'd already woken several times. She was trying her best not to wake Noah, she felt terrible knowing she probably had woken him several nights they she'd been there. After tiptoing downstairs to get water then back upstairs, Seth glanced at the time before crawling back into bed. It was near two in the morning, and she was feeling downright exhausted. It didn't take long before her eyes felt heavy and she was out again, drifting into the land of fitful sleep.

The next time Seth opened her eyes, the clock read 04:17. She felt a warm body next to her, went to snuggle closer without much thought, heavy eyelids closing again. Then her eyes popped back open with a realization. She rolled over, noting he was on top of the covers next to her.

“Noah?” She called out in a gentle attempt to wake him.

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Noah St Cloud
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[Noah St Cloud]

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It was strange, to be living with someone.[break][break]

Noah had shared spaces before of course (with family, university flatmates, not-girlfriends and not-boyfriends) but no one had stayed for so long in his own home. A place of residence he’d bought himself and considered far more permanent.[break][break]

Admittedly he’d been tense in the beginning, wary of attack, disgruntled by the thought of someone poking around and using his things, but the whole ‘payback’ aspect made up for it. And Seth, he found, was a more than tolerable person when she wasn’t trying to fight him. Not at all as burdensome a guest as he’d originally assumed.[break][break]

It was actually quite nice to have someone waiting for him when he got home. To have meals together and talk about whatever popped into their heads. For him to lounge on the couch, growing flowers and watching them wind around his fingers, his arms, while Seth watched TV or read something. He was getting better with her gift by the day. Faster. Increasingly detailed and more precise. Not as good as her, but that was a given.[break][break]

The only real problem came at night.[break][break]

He laid flat on his bed in his pitch-black room, eyes closed as he sought sleep. The walls of his home, though thick, did not prevent him from hearing the whimpering across the hallway. The rustling of sheets as Seth tossed and turned.[break][break]

It wasn’t the first time she’d kept him up and he resigned himself to his usual ‘routine’ when the disturbance started. He huffed to himself. Did some tossing and turning of his own. Squished a pillow over his ears. But he couldn’t sleep, far too used to the silence of West Hook and perhaps subconsciously put on alert by the sounds of fear, and though he would usually just wait it out, just ignore her until she quieted and he could finally find slumber, this time he was too tired to simply hope she would stop.[break][break]

With another huff he flung off his duvet and marched across the hall to her room, ready to smack the light switch on and tell her she was being annoying. Instead, he loitered in the doorway, frowning through the dark at the faint outline of her beneath the sheets.[break][break]

“Hey,” he called out softly. While it would be funny to see her flail around and fall out of the bed, he found he didn’t want to jolt her out of sleep that harshly. “Wake up.”[break][break]

It didn’t seem to work.[break][break]

After a moment of hesitation he moved towards her, pausing once more at the bed's edge before deciding to perch on it.[break][break]

“Seth,” he tried again, and reached out to give her a small shake. “Hey, wake up, you’re having a bad dream.”[break][break]

She stilled, her breathing slowing, but not in a way to suggest she’d regained consciousness. Maybe he’d been able to pull her from the dream, maybe she would be fine now… But he was only three steps away from his room when she started up again.[break][break]

He groaned, pressing his palms into his eyes. Was this what it was like to have a baby? Or a little sister that had somehow become his responsibility rather than his parents’?[break][break]

Probably.[break][break]

Turning back felt like somewhat of a defeat, but not as much as falling back into his own bed would have been. It seemed that she might simply need someone there for a while. Like a kid in need of a safety blanket. But he couldn’t exactly slip under the covers with her (that would be way too creepy), so he lay on the side of the bed she’d left empty, on top of the duvet, and glared at the ceiling for a bit.[break][break]

Though he told himself he was doing it for purely selfish reasons – doing it because he wanted to sleep without making her think less of him – it both irritated and baffled to consider the alternative; that he might have grown a teensy bit softer over the past year. Likely Belle’s fault.[break][break]

He sighed. It didn't bear thinking about. He’d just… wait there for a bit. Then sneak back to his room once he was sure she was well and truly settled. He’d simply rest his eyes in the meantime.[break][break]

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A voice pulled him out of sleep. Familiar, but not in the context of lying in bed, and it took him a second to remember why he wasn’t tucked under his duvet. Oh. Right. Seth.[break][break]

It was still dark (dark enough that he couldn’t make out her expression clearly) but a touch lighter than he remembered it being when he’d first entered the room. Perhaps the sun was rising. Lightening the sky but not quite broaching the horizon yet.[break][break]

“Hey.” His greeting was a grumble, deep and thick with sleep as his heavy eyes fell shut again. He shifted, discovering his arm was slung over her, and quickly retracted it with an inward wince. “Sorry. Clingy sleeper.” It could have been worse, honestly. At least he hadn’t completely wrapped around her, a leg thrown over hers like a particularly heavy blanket or a bar to hold her down, as was his modus operandi.[break][break]

“You were dreaming again,” he explained, “I tried to wake you up but it didn't work and, well, you seemed to chill out when I was in the room.” That made sense, right? There was logic to it? Not that it hugely mattered if she didn’t understand and decided he was a creep, but it would be a shame to have undone all that hard work gaining her friendship.[break][break]

He lifted his head to squint over at the alarm clock. Groaned and flopped back against the pillow when he saw only a couple of hours had passed. He’d thought for certain that she would sleep through the rest of the night. “It’s so early,” he complained. Then reconsidered if that was really a bad thing. “At least this means we can sleep a bit longer.” He was not ready to get up yet.[break][break]

But would she want to? Had she woken from another bad dream and decided she wasn’t willing to risk returning to it? Maybe she needed to talk it out to be able to settle, which would let him settle. “Is it… the same as before? Your nightmares?”

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[Seth Perry]

Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?

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It didn’t take much to wake him, just calling out his name. He must be a light sleeper. That made Seth feel guilty. How many nights had she kept him awake since she’d been there? How many times had she thought she’d avoided disturbing him but been dead wrong? She thought she’d only woken him a few times, but how often had it actually happened?

He pulled his arm back and began to explain that she’d been dreaming again and his presence seemed to make her more chill. That seemed legit enough, but she was still confused at why he’d laid down. Maybe she’d kept him up enough that he was as exhausted as she’d been, exhausted enough to just fall into sleep as soon as eyes were closed.

Noah commented that it was early enough that they could get a bit more sleep, but Seth was doubtful that would happen. As tired as she felt, she was afraid to close her eyes again.

“Sort of the same.” She nodded and moved to sit up at the head of the bed. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arm around them, leaning her head on top. “Jason was chasing me, trying to hurt me.” In the time she’d spent with Noah, she’d told him more than she probably should have about Jason and about them running from the people who targeted his family, the Hunters. She had shared the nightmares with him as well, needing someone to talk to in order to work it all out. Unfortunately, it hadn't stopped them from recurring.

Seth let out a sigh. She knew that the nightmares weren’t real. It was only a natural reaction to trauma. Honestly, it was a surprise she hadn't started having them before encountering Noah in the forest. But she still hated that she couldn’t stop them from happening. They were not only a problem for her, but they were causing her a problem for Noah now too.

“I’m sorry I woke you. Again.” She apologized quietly. “Thank you for trying to help me through it, though.”

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Noah St Cloud
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Despite his remark about getting more sleep, Seth shifted into a sitting position which made it clear she wasn’t prepared to do so. Noah inwardly sighed, slumber remaining a temptress to him. He understood her reasoning though. Had it been him, he too would have likely wanted to avoid falling back into the nightmare he’d left behind. It would make coaxing her to try again so much harder, especially while his mind was dulled by lingering sleepiness.[break][break]

“You know he wouldn’t do that,” he mumbled after her recap, reaching up to loosely rest his hand on her forearm. He’d lost track of how many of these assurances he’d given her during their time in his home, but they never seemed to work. Never sticked.[break][break]

Jason sticked. He followed her like her shadow, not always visible in her actions but unquestionably there. Influencing her thoughts. Her choices. He was someone who represented safety and hope while also being the danger stalking her dreams. The heavy cloud darkening her day.[break][break]

It wouldn’t have made sense to Noah before, had she been in his home a year ago. It would have irritated. But now he was far more sympathetic.[break][break]

She sighed and said she was sorry for waking him.[break][break]

“Hey, you don’t need to apologise,” he chided gently, turning on his side so he could look at her more easily. “It’s what I’m here for. I’m sorry that I can’t do a better job of it.” And for probably being a contributor to them, since he’d chased her through the woods and injured her the way he did.[break][break]

It was to get his revenge, he reminded himself. It was deserved for the pain she put him through and for the scar she’d inflicted on him. Yet he didn’t quite expect the event of it to linger the way it was. Getting better from his own wound had sucked, sure, but he hadn’t had recurring dreams of her vines cutting through his flesh. Hadn't been put on edge by it. It had frustrated rather than haunted.[break][break]

“I could always give you something to sleep better?” he suggested after a moment, quiet and slow. He had drugs that would do that. Medication that was never prescribed to him but had found its way into his possession in one way or another. [break][break]

Or perhaps he could offer a more permanent solution: one of his recruits had mind control – persuasion, she called it. They hadn’t seen each other in some time, her gift of empathy prompting him to steer clear whereas she seemed to be cautious of him in general, but maybe he could borrow her persuasive gift and try to lessen Jason’s hold on Seth. Compel her to sleep more easily.[break][break]

Thinking about it, those options were probably too ‘strong’ for her. (Then again, maybe they were actually the ‘weak’ way out).[break][break]

“Or a hug?” he suggested instead. That could be nice for both of them. She'd seemed to settle and sleep more easily when he was in the room with her, so maybe the physical contact work work even better. And it would give him more of a chance to rest than if she were sitting up at the headboard, fretting.[break][break]

He nodded decidedly. “Yeah. That’s what you need –” he shifted onto his back again, pulling at the duvet beneath him until he was laying under it rather than on top, then held out his arms to her with a grin – “come here. Snuggle up, buttercup.”[break][break]

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OOC: again sorry for the wait! Let me know for any changes~

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[Seth Perry]

Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?

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Seth wasn’t ready to lay back down and tempt the bad dreams to start right back up. She knew that Noah wanted to sleep, that he was still tired and rightfully so. How often had she been waking him? How many times before he came in and tried to soothe her and stop her from screaming out in her sleep?

He tried to reassure her, and she knew he was right. Jason wouldn’t try to come after her, he wouldn’t try to hurt her. That had never even been a nightmare she’d had before her misunderstanding with Noah in the forest. She couldn’t believe that they’d had things so wrong, that they’d both suspected each other and things got so far out of hand.

But that wasn’t the only reason she was dreaming about Jason now. She didn’t want to admit it. Didn’t even want to think about it, but she had been losing hope that she’d ever learn what had really happened to him. At this point, she’d settle just to know. Even if it was bad, even if she’d never see him again, maybe knowing for sure would help her figure out her own next move.

She couldn’t stay in the woods for the rest of her life.

Staying here with Noah was making her miss having a steady place to live, a place where she wasn’t afraid and she didn’t have to live out of suitcases and laundry baskets in the back of an suv.

“I know you’re right. He wouldn’t.” Seth let his reassurance ease the anxious feeling she always got after the nightmares. “It just feels so real.” She sighed and shook her head. “I miss him.” It wasn’t a surprising revelation by any means. Seth knew that it’s been so long and she probably wouldn’t ever see him again. But she couldn’t let go of that hope completely.

Maybe there was an explanation, some reason that had kept him away so long. She couldn’t think of what it could be, but there had to be something.

Noah offered to give her something to help her sleep, but Seth scrunched her nose slightly and shook her head. She wasn’t quite that desperate for sleep yet, but maybe if the dreams didn’t subside she’d change her mind.

Then he offered something unexpected. A hug.

He moved around and got under the covers, holding them out for her. Seth was going to shake her head again, try to claim that she was okay, she wasn’t that tired anyway. It would be a lie. She was exhausted. As weird as it may seem from the outside, maybe he was right. If she really was sleeping better with him in the room with her, maybe it would work.

“I guess it’s worth trying in order to get more sleep.” She moved down from the head of the bed. It was definitely awkward, but she slid into the open spot on the bed. Maybe he was right, maybe it would help and they would both be able to get a bit more restful sleep.

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Noah St Cloud
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Seth's agreement to his offer, spoken with clear reticence, served to wake him up a bit. Amusement sparked like flint striking steel and reopened his eyes, a grin splitting across his lips as he looked over at her in the dark. He might have felt inclined to be offended if it weren’t so funny.[break][break]

“It’s ‘worth trying’?” he whisper-laughed as she shifted down beside him. “You are so unintentionally mean sometimes, Seth. You make this sound like you have a cold and I’m forcing you to take the nastiest brand of cough syrup available.” He curled his arm around her back and tucked her into his side, nudging her up to indicate she could lay her head on his shoulder or chest, then quietly chuckled again with a small shake of his head to himself. “The last resort.”[break][break]

Humorous as it was, it made him think. Made him second guess himself. He thought it was nice. He liked the feeling of it – of the warmth and the weight, the quiet, rhythmic breathing that could usually only be heard when you were so close to someone.[break][break]

But he had to remember that, as much trust as they’d built in their time together, he’d still hunted her down and chased her to what she must have thought would be her death. Wounded her in the name of justice or perhaps simply self-righteous indignation – you hurt me, so I did it to you so you would know how that felt. And he was still a strange man that she’d only really known for a couple of weeks. A man that was older, and already proven capable of holding her down.[break][break]

And that was just the fear part of it. What other emotions could she be feeling? Being alone for so long, Noah imagined Seth could probably – rather simply – be unpractised in such things. Awkward and unsure of where to put her hands. And though he intended the offer to be platonic, did it feel like a betrayal of Jason, in a way? To be laying in bed with someone else?[break][break]

“It’s not that weird, is it?” Noah posed the question lightly, trying to make it sound like a tease instead of the cautious check it really was. “I mean, family and friends do this.” Not his family. Not his friends. (Not the friends he hadn’t slept with). But he knew his experiences with touch didn’t always align with everyone else’s. Had seen the differences. Knew that good parents held their children, led them by the hand and picked them up and buckled them into car seats. Knew from observation that most women in general tended to be very physically affectionate with their friends; linking arms, giving hugs upon meeting and departing from each other…[break][break]

Hoping to help soothe her, he lifted his hand and carefully stroked it over her head, running his fingers through the soft strands of her hair. “I won’t be offended if you’d rather not,” he told her, keeping his tone breezy. “Just because it’s my house, you know you don’t have to go along with everything I suggest. It was only an idea.”[break][break]

But maybe saying that was just putting more pressure on it. Maybe it made him sound terribly insecure, almost as if he were asking for reassurance rather than the person who’d recently woken from a nightmare.[break][break]

He decided to change the topic.[break][break]

“Do you want… to talk about him?” He didn't think he needed to say his name for her to know who he was referring to. She had shared things before, of course. Summarised their separation. Spoken about his role in her dreams. Occasionally managed to slip in his favourite shows or music genres when they were discussing their own. “I mean really talk about him.” Perhaps it would be cathartic. Like a funeral. Perhaps if she spoke enough, it would tire her out and ease her along into sleep.
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[Seth Perry]

Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?

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CW: mentions of violence toward the end

When Noah called her mean, Seth reflected on her tone, on her body language, and the way she’d hesitated. She never meant to be mean, but she was certainly awkward. The whole situation was awkward. But nonetheless, as he wrapped an arm around her, she settled and laid her head on his shoulder. It was weird, being this close with him. But it wasn’t anything like a nasty medicine. Even through the awkwardness, there was a sense of comfort of just having someone next to her.

“Sorry, didn’t mean it like that.” She mumbled, glad he seemed to be laughing it off.

Really, she wasn’t sure of the exact reason for her hesitation. Was it because of the nightmares? Because of the way they’d met out in the woods, the attacks? Or was it just because he wasn’t Jason?

As she considered the reasons, she knew it was the latter. As close as they’d gotten, as comfortable as things had become between herself and Noah during her time in his home, they hadn't been this close. She’d never snuggled up to any guy other than Jason. Maybe even as much as that, it had also been well over a year since she was this close to even him.

The time she’d spent with Noah so far had been nicer that she would have guessed. She realized how disconnected she’d become, how feral, like a kitten who’d been fending for itself for too long. It was a reminder that there wasn’t always danger around every corner, that not everyone was a threat. As terrible as their misunderstanding had been, as rough as she’d felt, she was almost glad it had happened because it had really opened her eyes.

At some point, she was going to have to rejoin society. She couldn’t stay in the woods forever, hiding from living her life.

“It’s a little weird… But that’s probably because I’m just-” She shrugged lightly. “I don’t know, I’m awkward.” She finished her thought. “You’re right, a lot of friends do.”

He wasn’t wrong. She’d slept in the same bed with Jenna many times when they’d had sleepovers at either of their houses. The two had watched movies huddled together on the couch, alternating who leaned their head against the other, who rested legs over the other’s lap.

Those days felt so long ago now.

Noah went on to assure her she didn’t have to go along with his suggestion, and Seth was going to say it was alright. It wasn’t bad, maybe it was actually helping already. But she didn’t get any of those thoughts out before he moved on, before asking if she wanted to talk about Jason. He didn’t have to say his name to know that’s who he meant, it couldn’t be anyone else.

Seth let out a breath slowly, thinking. She’d mentioned Jason several times. Bits and pieces here and there. Noah had gotten the gist of who he was, but she hadn't really painted the full picture for him.

“I miss him.” She did want to talk about him. She wanted to feel close to him again, to imagine that he might still come back to her some day, no matter how foolish of a hope that may be. “He was one of my best friends. Did I tell you he’s the reason I learned how to use the vines to defend myself? I never would have thought about doing that if he hadn't helped me with it, if he hadn't taught me I could be strong.”

Seth trailed off. She didn’t feel strong at the moment. Not in a way that she thought he’d be proud of. When she thought Noah was a Hunter, she’d nearly given up. Sure, she’d fought back at first, but once she really thought she was going to die, once he had her pinned down and held that knife to her, she made peace with it. She almost hoped it would be quick. She’d thought maybe she’d see Jason again.. In some sort of afterlife.

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Noah St Cloud
Ugh, this got a bit rambly. Let me know for changes or if it’s too much angst.

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