Muse Reaction Soft Edition For Sophie

[Benedict Bridgerton]

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◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ [ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ Tag ali Note: This can either be Sophie comforting Ben or Ben comforting Sophie! I'm fine with whichever!!

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    They were nothing that she was ever eager to talk about, but she did have them, nor something that she was going to acknowledge except when he woke to her having a bad dream. They always seemed to come from nowhere and she knew not how to wake herself, and though she knew that they were far from her life in the moment with her eyes shut she could nothing but stay still, stuck, frozen until she would jolt awake and, this time, had clearly woken harsh enough to pull her husband from his slumber.

      “I did not intend to wake you.” Her voice was soft, careful, slow and steady as though if she kept it soft enough she could somehow soothe him to sleep. Fingers moved gently to his cheek, thankful for the darkness that surrounded them. She was not sure if she had shook in her slumber, but she did know now she had water in her eyes, tears that she was trying not to shed. Her past deserved no more than that- It was nothing more after all. Her past. She was so many steps away from that life and still there were times that she felt herself looking back, what if’s- impossibilities suddenly becoming possible in the dark, behind her eyelids.

    What if Benedict had been unable to aid her and she was sent to Australia? Or killed? What if he hadn’t found her at that party? What if she had not taken the position at Bridgerton estate? Or, even thinking back so far, what if she had not attended the masked ball at all? Where would she have been now? The thought chills her to her core and the questions overwhelming her to the point where it was affecting her dreams.

    Moving just a little bit closer to him, Sophie continued to thumb small circles in her husband’s cheek, smiling still, swallowing harshly as she finally let her gaze fall away, rolling onto her back as she stared up at the ceiling, her hand moving from his cheek to his hand, fiddling with fingers for a moment, thinking, trying to shake it all. “Close your eyes, my love. I will sleep in a moment.” She hoped she would at least. “I just… need a moment.”

Tag : ~ Benedict Bridgerton ~ 
Note : I went with Benedict BUT! I would love to write one when Benedict has nightmares and she comforts him ( let me know and I will type up a starter!! ) 

[Benedict Bridgerton]

I'm not bound by                                  

The abrupt and sudden shift in bed had jolted Benedict to an awakened state, his eyes opening though his body remained laying down. Despite the darkness, he could clearly see his wife had been woken from sleep in a rather alarmed state. The product of a nightmare, no doubt. Benedict's eyes remained on her, the concern for his wife far stronger than the lull of sleep that was drawing him back. She told him that she had not intended to wake him, knowing her well enough that her soft tone was reserved for him . . . to assure him. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ And while he of course appreciated that, he could not find the peace of sleep knowing that she could not. He felt the soft touch of her fingers, his eyes remaining on hers, having sworn he could see them with the glistening of unfallen tears. She shifted on her back, encouraging him to sleep and that she just needed a moment. When her hand moved to his, he brought her to his lips, tenderly kissing the palm of her hand before kissing her wrist. As she shifted closer to him, he did the same, moving close enough so that he could place another light kiss on her shoulder, and then on her cheek, before resting his own cheek against the bed, right next to her, his lips close to her ear. H ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ is hand still held hers, his thumb gently stroking her skin in the entangled fingers. "Do you want to talk about it?" He quietly offered. He had no intention of sleeping right now. He could only think of what nightmares haunted her. The trauma of their . . . technically second meeting, was enough to scar anyone. But she had been through so much more than that. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ And it pained him to know that she had, to know that she carried the weight that came with all the horrific events she had endured in her life. "I am sorry, for the pain you feel from it." From her nightmares, from whatever plagued her sleep. How he wished he could rid her of them and have it so that left only, was the peace and comfort that sleep was meant to provide. "You are safe," he added in a soft whisper, placing another light kiss on her cheek, feeling the need to reassure her of that. Tag ali Note: Better layout coming soon! EEEE I LOOVE YOUR POST!!! ITS PERRFEECTT!!!!! POOOR SOPHIE!!! =( the girl must have so much trauma!!!!! SO MANY FEELS!!!

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