That's what he always needed to do, wasn't it? Rise. Get back up. They can't keep him down β but that only matters when he's awake, when he's fully in control. Surrendering to sleep means surrendering to dreams, too, and his are not always so kind. His dreams don't always afford him the clarity that he has in his waking moments, when he can liberally be the bombastic force of nature he is, when he can appreciate the simplicity of just being alive, of Nanami being alive, when they both were so close to...not. To never having a chance like this, to capitalize on what went unsaid and unspoken for far too long.
In dreams, he lingers in memories of battles that brought him within an inch of his life, that he only crashed his way through by the skin of his teeth, without the adrenaline and genuine thrill that comes with a well-earned victory. After all, in the end, even Gojo Satoru is only human, and so many close calls leave a mark on the soul, dwelling in shadowed corners of the heart.
...But so do warm, reassuring arms, so do soothing fingers, so do gentle voices, and even before he's fully roused, it's like a comforting blanket is wrapped around his dream-addled mind, easing his trembling frame. His breathing slows, heartbeat steadying to the rhythmic motion of Nanami's fingers in his hair. That's right β he's safe. Safe and sound as he could ever be, and still half-awake, he seeks one of Nanami's hands with his own, to weave their fingers together as he chases the lingering dust of nightmares from his mind. ]
...Sorry. Did I wake you?
[ His eyes remain shut for now, his senses instead focused on the soft sound of Nanami's breathing. ]
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That's what he always needed to do, wasn't it? Rise. Get back up. They can't keep him down β but that only matters when he's awake, when he's fully in control. Surrendering to sleep means surrendering to dreams, too, and his are not always so kind. His dreams don't always afford him the clarity that he has in his waking moments, when he can liberally be the bombastic force of nature he is, when he can appreciate the simplicity of just being alive, of Nanami being alive, when they both were so close to...not. To never having a chance like this, to capitalize on what went unsaid and unspoken for far too long.
In dreams, he lingers in memories of battles that brought him within an inch of his life, that he only crashed his way through by the skin of his teeth, without the adrenaline and genuine thrill that comes with a well-earned victory. After all, in the end, even Gojo Satoru is only human, and so many close calls leave a mark on the soul, dwelling in shadowed corners of the heart.
...But so do warm, reassuring arms, so do soothing fingers, so do gentle voices, and even before he's fully roused, it's like a comforting blanket is wrapped around his dream-addled mind, easing his trembling frame. His breathing slows, heartbeat steadying to the rhythmic motion of Nanami's fingers in his hair. That's right β he's safe. Safe and sound as he could ever be, and still half-awake, he seeks one of Nanami's hands with his own, to weave their fingers together as he chases the lingering dust of nightmares from his mind. ]
...Sorry. Did I wake you?
[ His eyes remain shut for now, his senses instead focused on the soft sound of Nanami's breathing. ]