room 216 ; monday morning

[necroslacker]

Sometimes, Sam actually did sleep. Without classes to get him up, he'd fallen asleep early this morning and was still sleeping pretty soundly right now. That, of course, meant Sam's ghosts were out.

And no, these were not ghosts in a closet like skeletons in a closet. These were actual ghosts, visages of the dead floating around Sam's sleeping body, shrieking and moaning and keening. Sam's brow crinkled and he was tossing and turning a bit. Somewhere inside his sleeping mind, he knew what was happening but he hoped the ghosts would go away. What he once thought was a nightmare was now just a side effect of his powers.

The ghosts dipped lower, floating helplessly right above Sam's body. He curled up around a pillow and tried to block them out. The ghosts didn't go away. One screamed. Another whimpered.

Sam started looking a little restless.

[Door closed but post open! Seeing the ghosts is reserved for one person so anyone after her will just see Sam looking a little tired. And NFB on the ghosts, of course. Just looks like Sam's having a bad sleep.]

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[whenshewasnice]

"I've been with you for six months," Natalie pointed out quietly. "I haven't been scared. Not until just now. I'm not scared."

[necroslacker]

"Do you still wanna even sleep with me after that?" Sam asked quietly.

[whenshewasnice]

"Yes," she sighed, brushing her hand against his stomach once or twice. The 'stupid' was silent but gently implied. "Yes, I do."

She refused to be scared off that easily.

[necroslacker]

"Okay."

He sighed again and let his hands drop down to his sides.

"I'm sorry you had to see all that though. I was hoping I'd be awake earlier."

[whenshewasnice]

"I was going to see it eventually," Natale replied. She knew she would probably have even asked to see it, just to know what it was like.

Of course, the difference was that she would have had time to prepare herself. "It's okay, Sam. I still like you."

Well, he had his insecurities.

[necroslacker]

"Thanks," he said and sagged in her embrace, feeling relieved to hear that. "I just thought they were nightmares for the longest time when I was a kid."

[whenshewasnice]

"Understandable," she murmured against his shoulder. "How would you have known? People's imaginations can be wild."

She'd had pretty vivid nightmares as a kid, sometimes, but they'd been just that. Dreams.

[necroslacker]

"Mine's not that wild which is why those always confused me," Sam said quietly. "I just thought I was going crazy or something."

[whenshewasnice]

"You're not crazy." She pressed the words into his shirt. "You're just Sam."

[necroslacker]

"I think I'm a little crazy," he said quietly. "Just because of what I am, you gotta be a little crazy to deal."

[whenshewasnice]

"Maybe," she agreed, shifting a bit to nuzzle the back of his neck. "But not certifiable. Not imagining things."

[necroslacker]

"No."

He sighed again and bowed his head, letting some tension slip out of his body at her affection.

"Not certifiable."

Yet.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie sighed too, and gave him a tighter little squeeze.

"I like you," she whispered, "Samhain Corvus LaCroix. Complications and all. I'll put a request for a room transfer in today. We'll move, and we'll deal."

[necroslacker]

"Okay," Sam mumbled, not willing or wanting to argue with that. "I'll...yeah, we'll move. And we'll deal and I'll try not to make you scared again."

[whenshewasnice]

"Thank you," she murmured, mostly against his neck. So conveniently there. "I'm not scared. I'm fine."

[necroslacker]

"You were though," he said, turning a bit to glance at her. "You were. I'm glad you're all right now though."

[whenshewasnice]

"Shocked," Natalie corrected, like it was a vastly different thing. She took advantage of his movement, and kissed his cheek. "Surprised."

And scared.

[necroslacker]

"Scared," Sam insisted because he'd seen her shaking. "It's okay. I'd have been scared too."

[whenshewasnice]

"Not that scared." Yeah, she'd been shaking. That was pretty scared. "I'm brave."

Was that a joke? Maybe.

[necroslacker]

"Well, you're dating me." He could make a light joke too. "Guess that's pretty damn brave, yeah."

[whenshewasnice]

"That's not a cause for much bravery," she murmured, and tried reaching to kiss his cheek again. "You're not scary."

[necroslacker]

"Yes, I am," he said quietly, sighing. "You just see past that for the most part. You know me better than just the scariness."

[whenshewasnice]

"Exactly," Natalie agreed, nuzzling his cheek. "You see past things too. It's a part of knowing someone."

And, in itself, scary. But in a different way.

[necroslacker]

"What do we do now?" he asked, sounding a little more relaxed now. "I kinda ruined the morning with my, well, visitors."

[whenshewasnice]

"Cuddle?" she suggested in a whisper. It wasn't a new idea. It had been with her since he'd invited her to Seattle, really.