gods, you hated the nightmares you got.

sure, they were normal. all demigods were absolutely plagued relentlessly and constantly with nightmares. but why did yours feel so bad?

it had became a habit to sneak into the engine room (the place where he usually slept) aboard the argo ii, the ship that he had built, so he could comfort you.

he noticed how you randomly trembled in your sleep and began to squirm, and gods, sometimes you even began crying. he tried to comfort you in your sleep but you never seemed to calm down.

after a particularly bad nightmare, you remember begging leo, pleading with him to wake you up when you had a nightmare, even if you weren’t getting rest. leo was reluctant, but you forced him to.

you were snuggled up to leo, a thick, fleece blanket covering both of your bodies. rain poured down, splatting against the wood of the flying ship. leo gently held you, stroking your hair softly.

just as you began to settle into a peaceful sleet, the nightmares began. you began to tremble, envisioning and reliving horrible, twisted nightmares. the ones that made you petrified, the ones that reminded you of your greatest losses, the ones that reminded you of your past, inhaled trauma.

leo felt you begin to tremble and writhe slightly, just as he was half-asleep, dozing off to the sound of the argo ii’s engine. he knew what was happening. he began to shake your shoulder, as much as he didn’t want to wake you up, he had to. he promised he would, and he wouldn’t be wake that promise.

“come on, mami, wake up, you’re having a nightmare,” leo urged, shaking your shoulders a bit harder, desperately wanting to pull you out of your horrible nightmares.

“come on, princesa, wake up,” he urged further, his voice slightly raspy. his black, curly hair swept into his face, his dark brown eyes filled with concern for you.