Taylan Delormie Age: 28 Male Height: 5'1/2" Weight: 115 Violet Eyes Likes: yaoi manga, Dante, cooking, baking, feeding others, playing video games, final fantasy, chobits, reading, purple, japanese food, romantic comedies. Dislikes: being alone, the dark, when you can't find a save point!, books with turned down pages, mess and clutter, dirty dishes, thin socks.

The nightmares had found him again tonight, but Dante had been there to wake him from them, to dry his tears, and to calm his fluttering heart. It took nearly an hour for him to allow himself to fall asleep again, and even then the slightest movement Dante made brought him close to wakefulness. A gentle breeze blew in from the open window and as Dante drifted back into sleep he pulled the quilt close up around them both. Taylan reached out in his sleep and laid an arm over Dante’s chest, his tired head resting on Dante’s shoulder.

The nightmares seemed to have run their course and they would let Taylan sleep again. Dante closed his eyes, softly aware of Taylan’s quiet rhythmic breathing. Dante watched him through half veiled tired eyes as Taylan’s features smoothed and the creases of worry faded away as though they had never been. It was wonderful to see him calmed and sleeping again. His nightmares, though thankfully infrequent, were always hard on them both. Taylan didn’t like to talk about them, but from what he did say they were often more memories than they were nightmares.