Their breath was visible, and it mixed every time they exhaled. It was intoxicating . His hands slid around her waist, connecting behind her as he held her closer, his heart pounding in his ears.
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Their breath was visible, and it mixed every time they exhaled. It was intoxicating . His hands slid around her waist, connecting behind her as he held her closer, his heart pounding in his ears.
She hooked her arms around his neck and looked up into his eyes, butterflies erupting in her stomach. They were so come that it kind of hurt to look up at him, so she settled for looking at his chin and neck, then her eyes finally closed as she heard his quick heartbeat faintly.
Joey rested his head against yours, kissing the side of her head and closing his eyes, his nose against her temple.
The warmth of his lips sent tingles all over her body, which she didn't mind. She gently caressed the back of his neck, hoping that she could ease his worries and pain, if only just for a little while.
Her cold fingertips on her neck hand his hands instinctively tighten and his breath intake. He smiled, smirking gently as he straightened up. He has become so comfortable that the cold startled him.
Astoria jerked back, looking up at him, her eyes apologetic. "I'm sorry! I didn't know that my hands were cold." She said sheepishly, a blush tinting her cheeks.
Joey laughed and took her hands in his own, cupping them against his lips and breathing warmly onto them,"You were so soothing I just got scared."
Astoria watched him, his breath feeling good against her cool fingers. "Scared?" She smiled, a little shyly.
"I was student's was all a dream, and I was waking up,"Joey whispered softly, smiling as he rubbed the back of her palm with his thumb.
Astoria looked down at their hands, another smile tugging at her lips. "Well.. You're not dreaming, I assure you. Though... It might be better if you were.."
Joey couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and he tilted his head slightly to the side, resembling a puppy,"And why is that?"
Astoria looked up at him once more and sighed. "Well.. If this was all a dream.. The war would be gone. Non existent?" She answered, pulling her hands away, finally.
"I suppose," Joey said quietly as he moved to sit on his cot, laying down. He couldn't imagine alife without war, not even in his dreams. But he could imagine her.
Astoria watched him lay down, then she turned and blew out the candles. The only light was a strip of moonlight shining through and the jar of fire. She felt her way to her cot and laid down, shivering slightly, looking up at the ceiling of the tent.
"Goodnight,"Joey called out into the darkness, before rolling over and closing his eyes. It was beginning to get easier to fall asleep, but the nightmares were pretty regular. Good dreams were happening as well, mainly of Astoria, of coars.e
"Goodnight." Astoria answered, before dozing off. She heard screaming.. She heard a gunshot.. She was running for a young girl that was strapped to a table, then another gun shot and she was down.. Astoria gasped and sat up quickly. The fire in the jar has gone out and the snow storm was harder than ever, causing the wind to whistle. She slapped a hand over her mouth and stifled a sob, though she didn't need to. The wind was loud enough.
Joey rolled over and noticed her silhouette sitting up and he sighed softly,"Are you okay?" He knew she wasn't, she suffered from nightmares just like her did... But sometimes they were worse than usual.
It was so cold that she felt like she couldn't breathe. She clutched her chest and breathed deeply, trying to calm her pounding heart. Tears ran down her cheeks but froze. "Y-Yes. I'm okay." She answered softly.
Joey didn't need to say anything, her could hear it in her voice. He got up, realizing just how cold it had gotten, and grabbed the fire jar. He also grabbed her wand and slid it into her fingers so she could light it. They needed warmth before anything else.
Astoria looked down at the jar and lit the flame in it, before closing the lid over it and putting her wand down. She wiped her face with her sleeve and looked up, finally able to see Joey with the flicker of the flames.
"Hey, it's okay," Joey said softly, shivering as he sat beside her and helped her rid her face of the frozen, salty tears.
Astoria looked into his gentle eyes and felt herself calm down slowly. "I know." She whispered, though her voice was still shaky. "I'm sorry that I woke you."
"I wasn't sleeping," Joey said, shaking his head as he rubbed his exhausted eyes. He yawned tiredly and shook his head, "It's too cold to sleep."
She nodded in agreement. "Indeed it is.." She grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around the two of them, so they had to huddle up. She grabbed his hands and lifted them to her lips, breathing warm air into them, like he did for her earlier.
He couldn't help but break into a smile, and slowly laid down, patting the spot beside him,"Come on... There is no way we are getting warm enough to sleep by ourselves..."
Astoria looked down at him, stunned, then she slowly laid down next to him, turning on her side to face him. She could faintly see his face with the aid of the fire.
"Was it about your sister?" Joey asked quietly, noticing her watching. Sometimes, talking about nightmares helped, and sometimes it really didn't.
Astoria averted her eyes and looked at the pattern of his shirt instead. "Yes." She answered softly. "I was reliving it." She sighed and looked back up into his eyes.
"Well, you're here with me now, and she didn't have to see how horrible the world could be," Joey said gently, reaching out and rubbing her arm.
She smiled at his gentle touch. "I know." She answered, reaching out to rest her hand on his soft cheek. "I'm glad that you're here." She whispered, scooting closer for his warmth.