◣ ♔ ◥ send one for a kind gesture; ❝ accepting. ❞
- ♖ comforting after a nightmare
◣ ✿ ◥ Life in the underground was tough: the people there saw and did awful things day in and day out, and it took its toll on the mind. Kyouka understood that, having spent years in the darkness and nearly getting lost within it. For a long time, she couldn’t see an end or an escape from that terrible affliction, and with no choice but to accept her fate, she trained as an assassin and killed. She hurt people. And knowing that she could never take back anything she did hurt her as well.
Knowing all this, she wasn’t surprised when Chuuya began dozing off in the middle of conversation. They’d found a nice little safehouse where they could sit and chat–staying out in public made them both a bit paranoid of being caught by their respective organisations. He seemed tired before; he probably finished up a tough mission. In that case, he’d need the rest.
While the man slept, she sat near him in silence. A book had been left in the apartment by its previous resident, so she picked it up and read. The subject was boring, but it was better than staring off into space. That lasted maybe twenty minutes until Chuuya started shifting, muttering under his breath as a grimace crossed his features.
The classic signs of a nightmare.
Kyouka set down the book and stood up before padding over to where he sat, resting a hand on his shoulder, and attempting to shake him awake. He woke up with a jump, and one of his hands reached up on instinct to push her away, but stopped once he realised who she was and sighed. She must’ve looked concerned because he offered a half-smile and assured, “I’m alright.”
With a nod, she stood once more. That time, it was to go pour him a glass of water and bring it back for him. “Here.” He accepted it, and she sat down next to him. It wasn’t much, but hopefully, he found comfort in her presence.