Between Sleep and Wake

"The room's darkness was already tainted by fear and blood and war and death. Love, at the very least, merited a place. He knew few other things, in a soldier's life, that could drive the shadows away. The dreams were worse in Rome, but the waking was sweeter." Virgilia could see Martius behind Coriolanus. He needed this, and always would. A random tender one-shot because, why not?