Theos dreams come true and he has one about you.

”It was a dream.” He says under his breath, shaking his head. “Bad?” You ask, tone gentle. “Like the ones I used to have about my mother, before she died.” He tells you, eyes never wandering away from yours. There’s something in his eyes.. vulnerability. “And?” Your voice is shaky, speaking. “And it was about you.” He admits, with a hard swallow. “Tell me.” You plead, your eyes searching his. For something. For anything. He stays quiet for a while. He sighs, “It was just a dream.” He runs a hand over his face. You wait patiently, but you’re urging to know.

“You die in childbirth.” He blurts, his face a whole blob of unease. “And the baby?” You ask, your eyes somewhat wide. “I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “It was only a dream.” You whisper, your thumb rubbing gently across the back of his hand. “I won’t let this one become real.” He speaks.