Loft above Luke's, Sunday night

[lovemykilt]

So apparently post-war on Dinah looked just a smidge clingy. Not that Priestly was objecting. Not even a little. He was still enjoying having her there and safe too much to worry about how much snuggling and petting was going on.

They'd marathoned Doctor Sexy yesterday, spent this evening watching bad kitchen reality shows, surrounded by junk food and soda (and veggies and water, because this was Priestly, here). Priestly had put several tiny braids in Dinah's hair and they'd done each other's nails, and then crashed out fairly early, Priestly steering Dinah over to the bed when she started falling asleep on the couch, reading a bit of Anthony Bourdain while serving as a body pillow before finally drifting off himself.

[ooc: for she who is mentioned in the narrative. Content note: will contain PTSD and memories/dreams of animal aggression and NPC character death.]

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[lovemykilt]

Priestly hugged her harder, careful to avoid skin contact as she'd been. "There's no real answer to that, I don't think."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I want him dead." Dinah froze for a moment, then touched one finger to Priestly's arm, burrowing closer. I want to kill Hobart. I can't even feel guilty about it any more. It wouldn't stop the war. Too many people involved... It wouldn't bring anyone back. But I want him to feel it. Pain. Fear. Everything he's done to the people who can't leave, who have nowhere to go... Who am I turning into? And a quick image, throttled and suppressed, of that Other Dinah, the evil vampire one.

[lovemykilt]

"No." Priestly held her harder. "That's not evil, Dinah, that's just anger. That's just being a person. He did terrible things to people you cared about and you want revenge and that's normal."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Are you sure?" Dinah croaked. 'Cause I'm not. And then just crying, along with a jumble of half-spoken, "Sorry, wasn't going to--" and half-thought, I didn't cry at all until now, I don't get it, I gotta go back, I can't give up now!

[lovemykilt]

You're not, Priestly thought hard. You're not giving up. You're just letting some of it go, and that'll make you stronger.

"Yeah," he said outloud. "I am."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah stopped thinking in words then, just hung onto Priestly and cried it out, muffled into his shoulder and the sheets. It took a long while.

When it had finally subsided into hitched breathing, and fingers loosening, she mumbled, "Best friend ever."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly smiled faintly. "I love you, too."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Love you back." Dinah sighed, eyes already falling shut. "Careful. You don't wanna be back there again..."

[lovemykilt]

"If it helps you out at all, I don't mind."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah just lay there for a minute, not saying anything. Then curled into him, head down on his chest, nodding. I won't let the nightmares get you, though. Swear.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly just kissed her forehead again, settling in himself.

He wasn't exactly a stranger to nightmares. He'd help her through hers whatever way she let him.