she will love you like a twister.

Flora heard the shuffling as someone moved around the room, which only frightened her more. The shuffling stopped short of her as a voice asked about night terrors. A cool air blew over her, attempting to put out the flames she still felt licking against her skin. She found herself finally nodding to the question as she was assured that she was no longer in her dream. The moments after her night terrors were the only moments she still felt like a child - helpless and weak. The terrors came with really feeling like she couldn't breathe and making the scars that weren't visible any other time, climb up around her right leg starting at her ankle, wind around her back to her left shoulder and spiral down to her hand, burn with such intensity. Flora looked up from her knees to the man whom she would have never thought to have a nice and sincere bone in his body and asked for water, weakly, when she was calmed down enough to do so. The flames she was seeing in her head that mocked her by pretending to dance with the curtains and the smoke that seemed to fill her lungs started to lift away.

Benjamin smirked as she declared she would much rather have him nude as well, and he obliged when she unbutton his shirt. The sleeves fell over his shoulder and he moved his hands from her hips to let the shirt fall to the floor. He moved his hands to undo the buckle of his belt and pulled it from the loops in his pants before he removed his boots and then his pants followed. "Better?" he asked her. One of his hands went back to her hip to pull her closer to him while the other tangled into her hair, pulling her head back slightly to give him access to her neck. His lips pressed against the delicate flesh there, dragging up along her jaw.

Simon waited for her to calm, and he watched as her body slowly started to stop shaking and heard as her breathing slowed back to normal. When she finally asked for some water, he didn't even look at he moved his hand, pulling a glass from his nightstand and filling it up with water with another movement. He held it out to her as soon as it was finished, cooling the glass as it left his hand and went to hers. Once she seemed finished with the glass, he reached out with his undershirt. "Put your arms up, let me put this on you, you'll catch a cold sitting on the floor bare," Simon murmured, and when she complied, he pulled the shirt on for her, pulling her arms through and settling it over her figure, his knuckles brushing her hips as he settled it. The touch against her brought a flash of flames behind his eyes, a moment of shrill screams and fear and thick smoke. It faded as soon as his touch left her, but it gave him a vague idea of what her dream had been about. "Do you want to move to the bed? It's probably much more comfortable there," He asked, his voice still low as he looked over to her. The sleep was clearing his mind and becoming less foggy, and the more he woke up, the more he felt less inclined to be as nice to her. He was always weakest after sleep, after sex, it always clouded his mind and pushed away his thoughts and left a gentler person behind, even if it was only for a little while.

Marcella's eyes raked over Benjamin's body as he removed his clothing, and she smirked, liking what she was seeing. "Much better," She murmured, letting his hands pull her closer and move her head back, feeling okay with letting him have control. She let out a soft hum at the feeling of his lips on her neck, her hands going up to thread through his hair before one slipped down and rested at his lower back. "Shall we go to bed?" She asked, enjoying his lips on her neck, but feeling tired of standing any longer. Marcella moved her hand that was at his lower back to go to one of his that was just resting on her hip, moving it down to rest on the curve of her bum with a smirk on her lips.

Flora took the glass of water from him and guzzled it down before handing it back. Stiffly, she raised her arms for him to pull the shirt on over her head, flinching as he pulled her arms through the shirt. Her breathing was still shallow and body still shaky and mind numb. But she managed to nod her head again when he asked if she wanted to move back onto the bed. Not wanting him to touch her again, she forced herself to stand, even if that meant mostly leaning against a wall. Flora took a few deep breaths now with closed eyes and forced away the negativity that still resided within her mind. She always pushed the terrors farther and farther back in her mind, hoping that one day she would just forget about it entirely. Memories like that just didn't go away, no matter how much time had passed between that reality and what she knew now to be reality. Taking in a deep breath, Flora took the steps to return to the bed and sat back down there. Her feet hung off the edge, head ducked, and eye closed. "Sorry to have awakened you, your kingliness," she said, "go back to sleep, I shall be fine and will restrain from any escape plots." Her voice still sounded frightened, breathless, and she knew she would not be going back to sleep for the rest of the night.

Benjamin grinned against the skin of her neck, murmuring a yes to her question. Of course he would like to go to the bed. Benjamin would absolutely love to devour this girl. She was the whole package: insanely beautiful with a brilliant mind. He picked her up easily, carrying her over to the bed where he sat himself down, settling her on his lap. His arms wound tightly around her waist as he pulled her close, pressing his lips onto hers.

Simon watched from the floor as she insisted on standing up and moving over to the bed herself, and he exhaled slowly as he watched, getting up once she was sitting down and settling next to her. "Don't bother apologizing, I'm already awake, so you might as well let me help you. If you give me your hand, I can calm you down so that you will be able to go back to sleep," He replied, looking over at her and noticing just how frightened she still was.

Marcella giggled when he picked her up and carried her over to her bed, settling her easily in his lap. When he pulled her closer and kissed her, she moved so that her arms were around his neck, and she kissed him back eagerly. She felt warmth pool in her stomach as their kissing got more heated, tongues sliding together and hot breaths panting against warm skin.

Hesitantly, Flora held her hand out to him. It would be a miracle if he were really able to calm her down. She had tried nearly everything over the years: herbal remedies, chants before bed, spells, but nothing had seemed to work. Still, she would let him try, no matter how much she really didn't want him to touch her. He was an awful person, and she was unsure as to why he was trying to help her. Flora didn't think that even if he managed to calm her down, that she would be able to fall back asleep. Her head was filled with doubt and fear. "I apologise for waking you," she said. He would surly punish her for that after he would attempt to calm her, but the punishment was something she was unsure of what he would do. There was so many things he could command her to do.

Benjamin was out of breath when they were finished, rolling off of her and onto the bed. "You were magnificent, Princess," he complimented. Much better than even what her previous guards had told him she would be like, on the chance that he would become her next personal guard.

Simon reached his hand out and met hers, and he instantly flooded magic to soothe her through it. The air around their hands began to glow and sparkle, and within a moment, he reached his other hand out to support her as she began to slump. He moved to pick her up, as he had incorporated more magic to make her fall asleep, and once he had her, boneless and relaxed in his arms, he laid her down on the bed. He held her hand until she truly fell asleep, giving her an extra dosage so that she would not have nightmares, before he sighed. Simon's hand left hers, and he moved around to his side of the bed and sat down on the edge of it. These moments of weakness made him feel hopeless, made him feel regretful of all of the times where he was mean instead of kind. The thoughts that he had at these quiet moments gave him headaches, as he had no true answer to why he was the way he was, why fire burned bright inside him and consumed him. It wasn't long before he laid back down, mind swirling, and eventually drifted back off to sleep himself due to exhaustion from using his magic and for thinking too long.

Marcella laughed, happy, and hummed approval to his words. She stretched out on the bed, feeling sleepiness tug at her bones. "Let us sleep so that we will be well rested in the morning," She said, laying her head on the pillow and getting comfortable.