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Dominic sat in the worn plush recliner, slumped down in a fitful state of sleep if it could even be called that. The last four and half days had been equally the worst and best chaotic hours of his life.
Seeing Siobhan wake again in his arms after most certainly breaching the afterlife had nearly made him pass out as the mix of adrenaline and relief rushed over his body like the flood of a broken dam. It was a good thing he'd already been on his knees otherwise he would've collapsed with her right then on the spot. Time had slowed enough that he drank in every word she'd whispered to him, his chest having felt like it split open at hearing her voice again. Seeing that familiar soul behind those blue-green hues. The one that somehow looked back at him and thought he'd be worthy of her love.
Then mayhem erupted. Everyone was suddenly sweeping in to check in on Siobhan when all he wanted to do was take her from that room and bring her home. She was slipping in and out of consciousness and it took a lot of coaxing from Billie Mae to relinquish his hold on her to let the diviners check on her vitals and whatever else they needed to do to make sure the affect of Discord was truly gone and done with.
They hadn't been too sure.
Two days had gone by and she remained asleep. Her pulse was getting stronger, but she only slumbered. Hardly moving. The others tried to tell him it was good that she rested, but every moment she remained unconscious had only made him more worried that she would never wake again. So as she slept, he stayed awake, pacing about her room, about the hall where they'd put her. Then through the thousands of bookcases before coming back again to her room where she continued to lay in bed with magical swirls of energy rotating around her which monitored a variety of things on her wellbeing. Or so he was told.
On the third day they said she could come home with him and it had only relieved him slightly. Penelope had decided she would be okay without their spellwork, but to consistently keep an eye on her. As if it were possible to do anything else. Dominic had placed her in his bed and there she remained for the next day with no change as he constantly came in to check on her while texting the others with updates on her condition.
Now it was the fourth day. Siobhan remained looking peaceful and he had watched the even rise and fall of her chest from the doorway where he leaned against the frame. His body was screaming at him to sleep and so he found himself in the recliner he'd taken from the living room to keep vigil, a cup of old coffee in his hand from early in the morning. Despite what his body wanted, his mind would still not let him pause, so though he was drifting somewhere between asleep and not, something seemed to be tethering him back to consciousness.
His eyes lifted with great effort and he saw Siobhan sleepily looking to him from the bed as pale afternoon light cascaded over her. She was looking at him.
Dominic nearly dropped the mug as he moved. Placing the drink down on the floor, he sat on the side of the bed and reached for Siobhan's hand, kissing her fingers, and putting them against his face. He stared quietly for a moment at the familiar eyes he'd missed before speaking, his voice raspy since he hadn't used it in over a day. "Hey, you."
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Dominic moved into the bed, carefully laying beside her as he leaned up against the many pillows beneath his back and placed his head against the headboard. He circled his arm around her, pulling Siobhan against his solid frame as gently as he could. Her scent nearly made him choke in pained relief. No longer twisted with the foulness of Discord, she smelled like wildflowers in the fields near the cabin and the heat of sunshine on a warm spring day. Like the fresh morning air that lifted her wings. She smelled like her. Like home. He let it fill his whole being until it became buried in his bones, a brand on his soul.
He let his free hand drift to Siobhan's, wrapping his fingers through hers and putting them to his chest. Exhaustion began to take over now that she had finally woken and the fear that she wouldn't had finally quieted a bit. His heavy eyes closed as he let himself sink further into the comfort of the bed with her against him until he felt her shift. Dom's dark brow creased as he saw her pained expression which seemed to be searching for something in his eyes. An apology coming from her lips was the last thing he expected.
His body turned slightly to face her more and he watched as the tears slid down her face. "Nani." Dominic reached for her chin, taking it between his thumb and forefinger to angle towards him. What he wouldn't give to take that pain away. "You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. Whatever you did under Discord's control is not your fault. I know that's easier said than believed, but you have to try and remember it wasn't really you behind the wheel." He reached up to brush away the tears with a scarred knuckle. "No one blames you for any of it."
His eyes glanced upward towards the scar that she was clearly remembering giving him. It hadn't fully gone away despite his aggressive therian healing, a pale blemish that would likely never go away. "I'm thankful for it." A sly grin tugged at the corners of his lips when he recalled that memory. "I'm thankful everyday I happened to come back in town from that mission and walked in that shit bar." He raked a hand through the strands of his hair framing his face and rubbed at the mark. "Of all the scars I've gotten over the years, this one I'll never regret seeing." He leaned in and kissed the top of her head, stealing another chance to breathe her in.
Dom found her gaze once he pulled back, a thoughtful expression on his features as he reached for her hand again. "Whatever happened, we don't have to talk about it right now. Or ever, if that's what you want. I'm here to listen if you want to tell me and you can tell me. No matter how bad it may sound." His hues dropped to their entwined fingers. "If you can't talk to me, that's fine too. I'm- I'm not expecting anything. Between us. I know I ended things and believe me, it felt wrong the moment you were gone. We might even be two different people now, I don't know." He looked to Siobhan again, full of vulnerability that he generally didn't show anyone. "I just want you to heal. Whatever happens after, if I'm a part of that or not in any capacity, it's okay either way."
Dominic gently squeezed her and breathed into her hair. He didn't deserve Siobhan. He never did. Especially now when he had been adamant the years before that they couldn't be together anymore when Evermore had taken a turn on a path for the worse and he had pushed Siobhan out of his life. "I'm not going anywhere. Take whatever time you need. I'll be here for you as long as you want me." He didn't want to fall asleep then. The fear that she wouldn't be here when he woke up again made his chest tighten, but he forced himself to relax and oblivion took him in only a few short moments.
Somehow, it was always his nose that woke him up. Or so it used to be when there was someone else in the house besides him. Usually it would be his alarm that had to drag him from sleep when he was able to get a few hours and that was because the liquor was holding him under with an iron grip. It was one of the only ways he could get any rest. Now though...
The sudden thoughts had him forcing himself awake. A shiver of panic had him looking down to the pillow that he clutched which should've been Siobhan and he was suddenly wondering if it had all been a dream. Those terrible hours raced through his head of watching Siobhan battle her way back from death. What if she hadn't made it? What if he had made it all up in his head to cope after passing out from exhaustion? Maybe he was finally losing his fucking mind. It was about time too, but no. The scents of everything suddenly slammed into him like he'd run into a wall of sensory overload as he spiraled. Bacon, coffee, Yaya, and... her.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Dom moved through the doorway, though every step felt heavy with the expectation of disappointment. Then, relief made his knees nearly buckle. Seeing Siobhan in the kitchen again, cooking as she loved to do with the animals surrounding her and looking for any scraps like they hadn't eaten in days, felt like he'd fallen into some dream. It was so normal. At any moment he expected to actually wake, but he made himself move.
He wanted to reach out and touch her as he neared. He wanted to keep Siobhan wrapped in his arms and safe from the world, but smothering her was not going to help her through any of it. Especially since they both needed to figure themselves out again. So, instead of caging his arms around her waist, he flexed his hands to shake out the need and moved to the cabinets instead, opening one to pull mugs down. "You would be cooking instead of resting," he murmured enough for her to hear and smirked, pouring the coffee into the cups. "How are you feeling?"
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