[Dan Heng isn't awake to register the noise, but he is dreaming. Perhaps it's Blade's presence that triggers something in his subconscious mind, perhaps it's his scent or the long ago, fragmented memories of another life that know these arms and this body so intimately.
Perhaps it's all of the above, because the quiet noises don't fade. Dan Heng stirs against Blade in his sleep, brows furrowed. His fingers curl a little tighter into Blade's clothing, body shifting. He looks tense.]
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Perhaps it's all of the above, because the quiet noises don't fade. Dan Heng stirs against Blade in his sleep, brows furrowed. His fingers curl a little tighter into Blade's clothing, body shifting. He looks tense.]