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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Axel was in a disastrous mindset after seeing a woman he loved put... mayo on a cheeseburger. It was awful. What really rose him from sleep was a strange... feeling. It was enough to raise him from REM sleep. The male stared in the darkness for a moment, assuming he'd just woken up out of a random occurrence. As he settled down to sleep, he heard a soft voice, her voice. Distress. Pain. Axel was up in an instant, half asleep but waking up swiftly. It took him only moments to make it to her bedroom. When he saw the state of her, he realized exactly what was happening. "Fuck," he uttered as he made his way around the bed, easing himself up toward the wall as he reached out to take hold of her. "Tempy, wake up baby," Her thrashing wasn't hard to deal with, he let her thrash until he slipped his arms under her knees and behind her back, raising her form with little effort and bringing her into his lap. <br/>
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The male cradled her form to his, his right arm curling around her neck and bringing her to rest against his chest. "Tempest," he whispered softly, "It's Axel, you're safe," He knew she'd most likely be freaking out until she woke up, but he refused to shake her or jolt her into waking. Instead, his hands slid over her, caressing and easing along her back and across her shins, trying to ease her. There was so much rage within him that he couldn't express. She'd wished him goodnight so sweetly; there was a side of her that was so soft, warm, and this cunt had hurt her. He'd cut her beyond what Axel thought was possible. Not only did she have issues with accepting his affection, but she had night terrors. He felt foolish for not recognising it. He should've known. The man didn't want to leave her alone again, she shouldn't have to suffer night after night.<br/>
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Axel continued to cradle her form to him, against his clothed, warm chest. "Tempest," He called softly, trying to stop her agony. "Tempest, come back to me, wake up," Even he began to feel the strain, the emotional pain of hers trickling into him; his eyes stung slightly, which he ignored to focus on rocking her gently. He chose to rock her to try and wake her gently by the movement, as opposed to something rapid which make make the situation worse. All he wanted to do was ease her suffering, try to bring her out of it. He was at a loss with what to do, all he could do was be there, hold her and hopefully she would wake up knowing who was with her. <br/>
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