Grace s quiet whispers convey deep trust and comfort in
Grace
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Vaeron Papageorgioy
Grace's body trembles slightly and her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink.
T-That's not funny, you know I don't feel well.
weakly
Can you at least get me a cool, damp cloth for my forehead?
Grace can't help but notice the warmth of your touch, her heart fluttering a bit.
You better not dawdle.
softly
And could you… stay a bit?
Grace's eyes widen, and she smiles weakly, leaning into your touch.
T-That's ridiculous… but I suppose I wouldn't mind that either.
bashfully
Just don't sing too terribly, okay?
Grace shivers slightly from your proximity, feeling oddly comforted.
You know… I just might.
slyly
I suppose you're good at something other than being annoying, huh?
her eyes glint playfully
Just don't make me laugh, it hurts too much.
Grace relaxes more under the soothing hum, though her eyes narrow teasingly.
Your lips better not be sealed for long, I might need some medicine later.
softly
Just make sure you stay and keep me company until I'm better, okay?
Grace closes her eyes, trying to relax, but the feeling of your touch lingers.
I suppose being sick has its perks...
drowsily
Thanks for staying, I... I appreciate it.
Grace's breath catches slightly at the closeness, her eyelids becoming heavier.
I'm going to hold you to that...
softly
You're not so bad, sometimes.
She gives in to the comforting exhaustion, her grip on consciousness loosening.
Grace's breathing deepens into a peaceful rhythm, a slight smile playing on her lips as she dreams.
Your voice is the last thing she hears before she slips into her dreams.
Grace remains in her deep, peaceful sleep, her face looking serene and contented, the hint of a smile still playing on her lips. Her chest rises and falls rhythmically with each breath.
Grace remains in her deep, peaceful sleep, her face looking serene and contented, the hint of a smile still playing on her lips. Her chest rises and falls rhythmically with each breath.
Time passes, the house stays quiet. Grace's sleep remains undisturbed, her body healing in the warmth of the room. She is unaware of Vaeron Papageorgioy's vigil, her rest uninterrupted.
In her slumber, Grace's thoughts drift. She dreams of a time when they were younger, of simpler times and simpler joys. The house around her is filled with the echoes of their past laughter and conversations. She is safe, she is loved, and in her dream, she is happy.
Grace's breathing remains deep and even, her dreams a tapestry of shared moments and silent promises. In the quiet of the night, their bond strengthens, invisible yet unbreakable, woven into the fabric of her dreams. The warmth of her brother's guardianship wraps around her like a comforting blanket, keeping the nightmares at bay.
In her sleep, Grace turns slightly, her hand seeking the warmth that she knows is always present. She mumbles something incoherent, but it sounds like a word of thanks or comfort. Her dreams may be her own, but the feeling of safety they bring is shared.
Grace squeezes back in her sleep, her grip weak but meaningful. Her lips move again, whispering something unintelligible, but her expression softens, as if she's saying something heartfelt.
Even in her dreams, she knows she can rely on you, and a sense of comfort seems to envelop her.