What Dreams May Come [Ali, Hans]

[onemorebounty]

*Night in Castle von Hammer brings a respite from the heat and labors of the day, the blessed release of sleep and relief for the servants from the quirks of their master's houseguests. And they may count themselves doubly blessed that the walls are thick enough to spare them any but the most muffled impressions of one houseguest's nocturnal

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[hammerofhell]

Well, there are far better ways to be awakened than this, and the scream gets Hans' heart jolting in his chest. The words ring in his ears, but he can't quite make sense of them, his body still tensed from fight or flight responses.

"< What? What is it? Are we under attack? >" Combat trained senses are quicker to fuel his brain, though his English has not caught up yet.

[vicioussweetie]

Being woken up by screams is bad enough. Being woken up by screams while being pushed out of bed is even worse. But not, it seems, unusual for Ali, because she rolls into a crouch almost as soon as she hits the floor, ready to spring into whatever action is necessary.

She doesn't ask any questions right away, both because she's checking the room for danger and because her brain is still processing what happened. And when that's done...

"It was the baked potato again, wasn't it?"

[onemorebounty]

*There's a long, still moment where the only sound from Samus is the buzzing of her knife (which, not incidentally, sheds a faint orange glow) before she switches it off. Composing herself, she concentrates on speaking German for a moment, to answer Hans the way he's most likely to understand.*

[Just a nightmare, my falcon. I'm sorry to wake you both.]

*Sighing, she answers Ali much more simply.*

Yes.

[hammerofhell]

Hans shakes his head, and manages to find his English. "Do not worry about it, my love. Night terrors may yet find us all."

He blinks for a moment, as his brain catches up to things. "Hold... What is so terrifying about a potato?"