Dream Guardian
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: Raizel was starting to see flashes of what Frankenstein was dreaming of. Darkness and bright blood.
No, he should not allow that to continue. If he were to wake Frankenstein, that should stop his distress.
Notes: Pre-series.
Written for anon's prompt, who wanted Rai protecting Frankenstein.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 768
Status: Complete
Frankenstein was distressed. Raizel looked in the direction of his room, the distress buzzing around the human unlike how he usually was around Raizel. Usually the human was composed, his mental shields strong.
He tried to ignore that -it was rude to listen to someone's private thoughts- but Frankenstein's distress did not abate after a few minutes.
It made Raizel curious, but to ask would let Frankenstein know he had heard; Raizel already knew how Frankenstein felt about Raizel knowing his thoughts.
But…Frankenstein was usually asleep by this time.
Raizel peeked in his direction again.
Oh. Frankenstein was asleep. That was why his shields were lowered; humans did not tend keep them while they rested.
Hmm...
Frankenstein's distress was building, and Raizel was starting to see flashes of what he was dreaming of. Darkness and bright blood.
No, he should not allow that to continue. If he were to wake Frankenstein, that should stop his distress.
Frankenstein's nightmare was still there by the time Raizel reached his room. Raizel stared at the human, whose breathing was sharp and he was twitching every few seconds. Every time he did that, Raizel caught another part of the nightmare. Screams were starting to echo in Raizel's mind.
Hmmm. How was he to wake him?
He should not use his powers, not while Frankenstein's mind was unshielded. He could hurt him permanently that way. Then...touch?
Raizel reached down, aiming for his shoulder. Frankenstein's eyes snapped open and he batted Raizel's hand away, drawing on the weapon that wanted to consume him.
Then Frankenstein froze, staring at him, and the weapon faded from Raizel's awareness again.
"Raizel-nim...?" Frankenstein's shoulders slumped, and he wiped at his face, his free hand gripping his blanket. "Ah... My apologies for almost attacking you," he said, shaking his head. "Usually when I'm startled awake, I'm being attacked."
"Are you all right?" Raizel asked him.
Frankenstein blinked, and then rubbed at the bridge of his nose again. "Yes. It was merely a nightmare."
'Merely' did not seem appropriate for the flashes that Raizel had seen.
Frankenstein glanced at him. "You heard?"
He nodded. "I thought it would be better if I were to wake you," Raizel said. Rather than letting the nightmare continue.
"Ah..." Frankenstein sighed. "Thank you."
That seemed to be all that was needed, so Raizel dipped his head at Frankenstein and left his room.
* * *
After that first night, it became a habit for Raizel to cast his senses out at night, listening briefly for Frankenstein's distress. On the good nights, he felt nothing, and he could return to watching the moon's path across the sky.
On the bad nights... Raizel glanced in the direction of Frankenstein's room. His distress was not as bad as the first time, but that could be due to paying more attention now.
When Raizel tried to wake Frankenstein, he was able to get a bit a closer before Frankenstein startled awake.
Frankenstein recognised him faster this time, only waking up and not trying to summon his weapon.
"...It would be better if you threw a pillow at me next time," Frankenstein said as he rubbed his face, taking deeper breaths to calm himself down.
...? "Why would I want to do that?"
"It would be safer for you, so that I don't hurt you if it takes me too long to realise who you are."
Not noticing the difference between a nightmare and reality. Hm.
Frankenstein sat up, lifting his pillow at the same time. "I'll put a cushion on the chair next to my door, but all you have to do is throw." Frankenstein lifted the pillow above his head and then arced it down, letting it go. The pillow flew in the air to land on top of Frankenstein's table.
Raizel studied the movements Frankenstein had done, memorising them. "I will do that."
* * *
Raizel stared at the cushion in his hand as Frankenstein thrashed in front of him. He had to throw it. He repeated the action Frankenstein had shown him, and the cushion flew through the air, smacking against the wall above Frankenstein.
Frankenstein started awake, sitting up just enough for the cushion to land on his head.
...That seemed to work.
* * *
Raizel stared out at the night sky, watching the stars come out from behind the clouds.
Frankenstein had contracted with him.
He closed his eyes, feeling Frankenstein sleep through their connection. For now, Frankenstein was quiet and restful, but he had learned that Frankenstein's nightmares could come without warning.
He would guard Frankenstein's dreams during the night.
Summary: Raizel was starting to see flashes of what Frankenstein was dreaming of. Darkness and bright blood.
No, he should not allow that to continue. If he were to wake Frankenstein, that should stop his distress.
Notes: Pre-series.
Written for anon's prompt, who wanted Rai protecting Frankenstein.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 768
Status: Complete
Frankenstein was distressed. Raizel looked in the direction of his room, the distress buzzing around the human unlike how he usually was around Raizel. Usually the human was composed, his mental shields strong.
He tried to ignore that -it was rude to listen to someone's private thoughts- but Frankenstein's distress did not abate after a few minutes.
It made Raizel curious, but to ask would let Frankenstein know he had heard; Raizel already knew how Frankenstein felt about Raizel knowing his thoughts.
But…Frankenstein was usually asleep by this time.
Raizel peeked in his direction again.
Oh. Frankenstein was asleep. That was why his shields were lowered; humans did not tend keep them while they rested.
Hmm...
Frankenstein's distress was building, and Raizel was starting to see flashes of what he was dreaming of. Darkness and bright blood.
No, he should not allow that to continue. If he were to wake Frankenstein, that should stop his distress.
Frankenstein's nightmare was still there by the time Raizel reached his room. Raizel stared at the human, whose breathing was sharp and he was twitching every few seconds. Every time he did that, Raizel caught another part of the nightmare. Screams were starting to echo in Raizel's mind.
Hmmm. How was he to wake him?
He should not use his powers, not while Frankenstein's mind was unshielded. He could hurt him permanently that way. Then...touch?
Raizel reached down, aiming for his shoulder. Frankenstein's eyes snapped open and he batted Raizel's hand away, drawing on the weapon that wanted to consume him.
Then Frankenstein froze, staring at him, and the weapon faded from Raizel's awareness again.
"Raizel-nim...?" Frankenstein's shoulders slumped, and he wiped at his face, his free hand gripping his blanket. "Ah... My apologies for almost attacking you," he said, shaking his head. "Usually when I'm startled awake, I'm being attacked."
"Are you all right?" Raizel asked him.
Frankenstein blinked, and then rubbed at the bridge of his nose again. "Yes. It was merely a nightmare."
'Merely' did not seem appropriate for the flashes that Raizel had seen.
Frankenstein glanced at him. "You heard?"
He nodded. "I thought it would be better if I were to wake you," Raizel said. Rather than letting the nightmare continue.
"Ah..." Frankenstein sighed. "Thank you."
That seemed to be all that was needed, so Raizel dipped his head at Frankenstein and left his room.
After that first night, it became a habit for Raizel to cast his senses out at night, listening briefly for Frankenstein's distress. On the good nights, he felt nothing, and he could return to watching the moon's path across the sky.
On the bad nights... Raizel glanced in the direction of Frankenstein's room. His distress was not as bad as the first time, but that could be due to paying more attention now.
When Raizel tried to wake Frankenstein, he was able to get a bit a closer before Frankenstein startled awake.
Frankenstein recognised him faster this time, only waking up and not trying to summon his weapon.
"...It would be better if you threw a pillow at me next time," Frankenstein said as he rubbed his face, taking deeper breaths to calm himself down.
...? "Why would I want to do that?"
"It would be safer for you, so that I don't hurt you if it takes me too long to realise who you are."
Not noticing the difference between a nightmare and reality. Hm.
Frankenstein sat up, lifting his pillow at the same time. "I'll put a cushion on the chair next to my door, but all you have to do is throw." Frankenstein lifted the pillow above his head and then arced it down, letting it go. The pillow flew in the air to land on top of Frankenstein's table.
Raizel studied the movements Frankenstein had done, memorising them. "I will do that."
Raizel stared at the cushion in his hand as Frankenstein thrashed in front of him. He had to throw it. He repeated the action Frankenstein had shown him, and the cushion flew through the air, smacking against the wall above Frankenstein.
Frankenstein started awake, sitting up just enough for the cushion to land on his head.
...That seemed to work.
Raizel stared out at the night sky, watching the stars come out from behind the clouds.
Frankenstein had contracted with him.
He closed his eyes, feeling Frankenstein sleep through their connection. For now, Frankenstein was quiet and restful, but he had learned that Frankenstein's nightmares could come without warning.
He would guard Frankenstein's dreams during the night.