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chaoscheebsSet both before and after "Changes". Spoilers for "Changes" and a really minor, minor spoiler for the sequel ensue. Sleep doesn't come easy for the one once know as "St. Jimmy"...
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In all the years Knuckles shared a bed with him, Sonic had never slept well.
Before his fall, the hedgehog would lightly cling to the echidna and mutter about his loved ones dying, or the voices of the Doom’s Evangelists haunting him, driving him further into never-ending madness.
In the years since Knuckles joined him in Soleanna, the dreams only worsened. The hedgehog would hold his husband in a death grip and whimper the hawk’s name and apologize over and over again. Or, he’d toss and turn and whisper that the echidna would be all right and would beg him not to die. The only way to calm him when he was like that was for Knuckles to hold him and whisper little reassurances: No, I’m not dead, I’m here and I’m not ever going to leave your side.
And sometimes, the fox would enter his dreams. Knuckles didn’t know much about what happened in those, only that Sonic would wake screaming and, shaking like a leaf, latch onto the echidna as if he was the last life preserver on the Titanic. Knuckles was his rock, his safe harbor in the storm of misery and terror.
Sonic never slept well, Knuckles knew, but he also knew the hedgehog would sleep a lot worse without him.
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In all the years Knuckles shared a bed with him, Sonic had never slept well.
Before his fall, the hedgehog would lightly cling to the echidna and mutter about his loved ones dying, or the voices of the Doom’s Evangelists haunting him, driving him further into never-ending madness.
In the years since Knuckles joined him in Soleanna, the dreams only worsened. The hedgehog would hold his husband in a death grip and whimper the hawk’s name and apologize over and over again. Or, he’d toss and turn and whisper that the echidna would be all right and would beg him not to die. The only way to calm him when he was like that was for Knuckles to hold him and whisper little reassurances: No, I’m not dead, I’m here and I’m not ever going to leave your side.
And sometimes, the fox would enter his dreams. Knuckles didn’t know much about what happened in those, only that Sonic would wake screaming and, shaking like a leaf, latch onto the echidna as if he was the last life preserver on the Titanic. Knuckles was his rock, his safe harbor in the storm of misery and terror.
Sonic never slept well, Knuckles knew, but he also knew the hedgehog would sleep a lot worse without him.
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Date: 2007-03-26 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-26 04:49 am (UTC)He really is a mess. ; And the thing about whispering his apologies to Jet? That was heartbreaking. OMG. T___T
God, but I've fallen in love with the whole Changes-verse. It makes me want to do more 'St. Jimmy' fanart! *shakefist*
More plz? =3 <3<3<3
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Date: 2007-03-26 05:32 am (UTC)I am working on the sequel! But I'm stuck on an action scene. Action scenes, the bane of my existence... x.x
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Date: 2007-03-26 12:14 pm (UTC)Well done.
(Yes, I'm not in this fandom at all except for you on my f-list. You're just that good.)
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Date: 2007-06-01 12:17 am (UTC)I love your Changes-verse, I've read the fic over and over again, and I can't wait for more of Dreams of an Absolution!!
Man, Sonic's really screwed up...=(....poor guy. Apologizing to Jet...;_;
Love your writing!!