This was inspired by an incredibly tender piece of Beauyasha artwork illustrated by the talented @belligerentbagel.
Beau has a nightmare about a path not taken. Yasha’s there to help her through it. Cuddles ensue.
“Beau? What are you doing wandering around at 3:15 in the morning?”
Yasha leaned on the door frame of her room, an haggard-looking Beauregard standing before her clad in a rumpled set of cobalt blue pajamas. The lights of the nine-sided tower had been dimmed for the evening, with most of the tower’s interior lit by a soft orange glow.
“Yasha, heyyy.” Beau waved sheepishly. “Uhh, health and fitness?” she deadpanned.
“I don’t think so,” said Yasha kindly. “Try again.”
“I… it’s dumb, I couldn’t sleep– well, I tried to sleep, and then I had this nightmare, and then I woke up and I couldn’t go back to sleep,” Beau rambled, straining to piece the words together in her present state of exhaustion. “It was just a stupid dream–”
“Hey.” Yasha stepped out of the doorway and took one of Beau’s hands gently. “It’s all right.”
“I’m not always so good with finding the right words,” Yasha began. “But maybe you could stay here with me for a bit.” She gestured to the interior of her chambers. “We could sit, if you like. You could talk.”
“After all,” said Yasha, “I know a thing or two about bad dreams.”