Morgan's dreams were the same as usual - that is to say, they were chaotic and awful. Yet, Vigenere always found his way to calm him as he slept. Sometimes the feline appeared within the dreams to ground him, while other times the dog could feel his boyfriend's warmth even while asleep. This time was a mixture of the two, but there was something different as well; he could sense a distinct negativity in the savannah's aura. It was such a strong feeling that the samoyed woke up from the shock; he nearly felt like waking his partner up himself, but decided against it. Instead, he provided what comfort he could by snuggling close and giving him something of a hug.
Before long, however, he was assaulted by a loud noise: his own name. He was about to bark out in surprise when he heard Vigenere weep and press his muzzle into his chest. The samoyed's heart pounded as he pulled his boyfriend in closer, closing his own eyes as he turned his head down to give him a few licks.
"It'll be alright,"
Morgan whispered, his tail wagging slowly.
"I'm here, and you're here, and there's nothing that can hurt you or me or anyone."
He found that he didn't have trouble coming up with words to say, so he continued,
"You know I love you."
He gave the savannah a long lick across the forehead, trying his best to stay calm and sweet as he found one last loving sentence to whisper.
"I'll always protect you, my Vigenere."
(just posting a little something here as a proper sendoff for Vigenere.)