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Barbados wasn't sure if it was the horrible sight behind his eyelids, his heavily thudding heart, or the panicked flare of light from his lure that woke him. The pink wyngling jolted up from his small bed, mouth open in a silent scream. His breaths came fast and stuttering, and it took him several minutes to come down from the panic and register the area around him as the bedroom.

Barbados squirmed in his bedding uncomfortably, and grimaced as his back paws stretched over the end of his bed when he fully extended them. He barely fit in his bed anymore but he hadn't told his father, who had simply been letting him sleep in the box he arrived in with a blanket and a few cushions added.

The wyngling's heart still thumped with fear, and though the vision of his nightmare was starting to quickly dissipate like fog in his head, he was finding it increasingly hard to relax. He didn't want to be alone.

Barbados turned his head toward the large bed next to his box, where Beleth slept. He knew his father was cold to him usually, and could imagine he wouldn't be at all happy to be woken up in the middle of the night to be asked to share his bed of all things. But Barbados was too unsettled to curl back up in his bed, and his lure's light was still softly pulsing in sync with his heartbeat, blinking cold blue light over his face. He had to at least ask.

The wyngling hopped out of his box and stretched up to rest his arms on the side of the bed. He perched there hesitantly for a moment, watching the dark shape of Beleth curled up with his back to him, sleeping silently. Swallowing his apprehension, Barbados gently tugged on the blankets, "F...Father...? Father...?"

Beleth didn't react, and Barbados paused as uncertainty washed over him. He took a breath and tugged again, "Father...!"

Beleth didn't react beyond a small twitch of his limbs for a moment, but suddenly his body shot up with a low grunt, dark hair falling over his face. Barbados's breath caught in his throat.

The wyngro turned his head sharply toward his son, his ringed eyes glinting harshly in the faint light from his lure, "What do you want." he growled, voice husky with sleep. Barbados felt his ears droop and his mouth dry up, and Beleth seemed to bristle with his silence.

Before he could snap at him, Barbados blurted out his question, "C-can I sleep in your bed tonight...?" Beleth blinked at him, and raised an eyebrow,

"Why." He growled.

"I...I had a nightmare...I feel too unsettled to fall back asleep." Barbados murmured, averting his eyes. His lure continued to light up the space between them with pale blue light.

"A nightmare." Beleth grumbled flatly. He let out a loud sigh and rubbed one of his eyes irritably, "It's just a dream, it's not gonna do anything to you. You can go back to sleep. In your bed. Goodnight."

Barbados hunched his shoulders, but didn't move even as Beleth laid himself back down in the sheets, "B-but, there's enough room for me! I'll...I'll stay all the way on this side of the bed, I won't move at all!" The dark wyngro growled and levered himself back on one elbow,

"No, you can sleep in your bed. You're right next to mine, anyway. That's close enough."

"But..."

"Don't bother me again, Barbados."

"But Father..."

Suddenly Beleth flinched, and fixed a hard glare at the pink wyngling. Barbados froze, staring back and feeling a cold dread seep into his limbs as the atmosphere suddenly shifted. A tight silence stretched between them for a moment before Beleth spoke through clenched teeth, "Don't call me that."

"F-father?" Barbados whimpered, flinching as Beleth sat up and glowered down at him,

"I said don't call me that!" he barked, and Barbados shrunk into himself slightly.

"B...but aren't you my--?"

"No!" Beleth snapped, and suddenly shut his eyes, "I mean, technically yes but...no! I'm not!" He stared down Barbados, who was gradually slinking off the edge of the bed in fear, "Don't ever call me that again. Ever."

"Y-yes fa...sir..." Barbados murmured.

"Go to bed. Now." Beleth growled, turning away. Barbados crawled back into his box bed, curling up under the blankets, "Good. Night."

The wyngling drew in a shaky breath, pulling the blanket over his head and stifling the light from his lure. He swallowed the urge to sob despairingly and simply shut his eyes.

Go back to sleep.

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Description

Barbados wasn't sure if it was the horrible sight behind his eyelids, his heavily thudding heart, or the panicked flare of light from his lure that woke him. The pink wyngling jolted up from his small bed, mouth open in a silent scream. His breaths came fast and stuttering, and it took him several minutes to come down from the panic and register the area around him as the bedroom.

Barbados squirmed in his bedding uncomfortably, and grimaced as his back paws stretched over the end of his bed when he fully extended them. He barely fit in his bed anymore but he hadn't told his father, who had simply been letting him sleep in the box he arrived in with a blanket and a few cushions added.

The wyngling's heart still thumped with fear, and though the vision of his nightmare was starting to quickly dissipate like fog in his head, he was finding it increasingly hard to relax. He didn't want to be alone.

Barbados turned his head toward the large bed next to his box, where Beleth slept. He knew his father was cold to him usually, and could imagine he wouldn't be at all happy to be woken up in the middle of the night to be asked to share his bed of all things. But Barbados was too unsettled to curl back up in his bed, and his lure's light was still softly pulsing in sync with his heartbeat, blinking cold blue light over his face. He had to at least ask.

The wyngling hopped out of his box and stretched up to rest his arms on the side of the bed. He perched there hesitantly for a moment, watching the dark shape of Beleth curled up with his back to him, sleeping silently. Swallowing his apprehension, Barbados gently tugged on the blankets, "F...Father...? Father...?"

Beleth didn't react, and Barbados paused as uncertainty washed over him. He took a breath and tugged again, "Father...!"

Beleth didn't react beyond a small twitch of his limbs for a moment, but suddenly his body shot up with a low grunt, dark hair falling over his face. Barbados's breath caught in his throat.

The wyngro turned his head sharply toward his son, his ringed eyes glinting harshly in the faint light from his lure, "What do you want." he growled, voice husky with sleep. Barbados felt his ears droop and his mouth dry up, and Beleth seemed to bristle with his silence.

Before he could snap at him, Barbados blurted out his question, "C-can I sleep in your bed tonight...?" Beleth blinked at him, and raised an eyebrow,

"Why." He growled.

"I...I had a nightmare...I feel too unsettled to fall back asleep." Barbados murmured, averting his eyes. His lure continued to light up the space between them with pale blue light.

"A nightmare." Beleth grumbled flatly. He let out a loud sigh and rubbed one of his eyes irritably, "It's just a dream, it's not gonna do anything to you. You can go back to sleep. In your bed. Goodnight."

Barbados hunched his shoulders, but didn't move even as Beleth laid himself back down in the sheets, "B-but, there's enough room for me! I'll...I'll stay all the way on this side of the bed, I won't move at all!" The dark wyngro growled and levered himself back on one elbow,

"No, you can sleep in your bed. You're right next to mine, anyway. That's close enough."

"But..."

"Don't bother me again, Barbados."

"But Father..."

Suddenly Beleth flinched, and fixed a hard glare at the pink wyngling. Barbados froze, staring back and feeling a cold dread seep into his limbs as the atmosphere suddenly shifted. A tight silence stretched between them for a moment before Beleth spoke through clenched teeth, "Don't call me that."

"F-father?" Barbados whimpered, flinching as Beleth sat up and glowered down at him,

"I said don't call me that!" he barked, and Barbados shrunk into himself slightly.

"B...but aren't you my--?"

"No!" Beleth snapped, and suddenly shut his eyes, "I mean, technically yes but...no! I'm not!" He stared down Barbados, who was gradually slinking off the edge of the bed in fear, "Don't ever call me that again. Ever."

"Y-yes fa...sir..." Barbados murmured.

"Go to bed. Now." Beleth growled, turning away. Barbados crawled back into his box bed, curling up under the blankets, "Good. Night."

The wyngling drew in a shaky breath, pulling the blanket over his head and stifling the light from his lure. He swallowed the urge to sob despairingly and simply shut his eyes.

Go back to sleep.

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