Ch 1.57: Rest?
<span style="font-weight:400">Night brought ina somethingpletely harmless, but also terrible. It was a half-sleep, eyes closed but consciousness retained, a fading mind but awareness all the same. Every second in reality was an hour in her head, reliving the ordeals of the day inside her mind as her body writhed under the sheets. She should have beenfortable, should have been at peace, but both feelings eluded her grasp as she relived the ss cutting her body as she jumped from the window, the exhaustion from running around the school, the crystal de digging into her shoulder, fingers closing around her throat.
<span style="font-weight:400">Bodies in the hall.
<span style="font-weight:400">In her dreams there was no [Pain Response], no [Fear Response], no pleasure in the suffering. That was a signifier to her at least, that it wasn’t real. And so she knew she was safe—<i><span style="font-weight:400">for now</i><span style="font-weight:400">—that she was sleeping—<i><span style="font-weight:400">probably</i><span style="font-weight:400">—that they’d won. <i><span style="font-weight:400">At a cost.</i><span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">Her eyes opened, finding herself shaking, sweating in the bed. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Tira’s room. </i><span style="font-weight:400">She wished Tira was with her, that her mistress could protect her, but she was gone, duties demanding her attention in overtime. She’d only been able toe for their discussion earlier by skipping a meal, something Tira had insisted on despite protests from both ina and Carline.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Carline.</i><span style="font-weight:400"> ina turned over, seeing the girl huddled up, back turned to her on the other side of the bed. She was still, at peace. <i><span style="font-weight:400">At least there’s that.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">ina turned back over, forcing her eyes open despite the intense weight of her eyelids. How long had it been? Hours for sure, but how many? <i><span style="font-weight:400">Doesn’t really matter. </i><span style="font-weight:400">sses were canceled for the next day, of course, and the weekend was right after, so it didn’t really matter if she lost some sleep.
<span style="font-weight:400">Except that wasn’t how she could be thinking now. sses at school weren’t the sses she needed to be worried about, school assignments not the biggest challenges she’d have to face. Someone, or something, was draining the of the energy keeping it afloat in the cosmos. <i><span style="font-weight:400">And the Stormshine’s, Endrin Stormshine to start most likely, have some deal with the Red Order.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Alonse had abdicated the throne to teach, but his brother was still the current king of the nation, likely the only nation with the ability to mine so much crystal that it would cause such a change to the world. Did he know that’s what was going to happen, that they were the ones causing it? <i><span style="font-weight:400">And does Alonse know.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">ina groaned as she tossed about again. It was sote, and she was so tired, but any “rest” she got seemed to be more draining than just lying there awake, so what was the point? That was that. Sleep was bullshit anyway, so she was just going toy there and stay awake for the night. Of course, she could close her eyes just a little, right? <i><span style="font-weight:400">That won’t hurt anything…</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Mistake made, she drifted off once more. She was in the clearing again, shoulder split open, in Myri’s hands. The woman was taunting her, but Tira would show up any moment to save her. Any second now the pain would stop, the foggy haze of an oxygen deprived mind would clear with the crack of her whip, and ina would be saved. But the only crack was thunder, the only feeling agony, thest sight ina saw before darkness enveloped her Myri’s wicked grin illuminated by a sh of lightning.
<span style="font-weight:400">She woke again, but this time she was falling. <i><span style="font-weight:400">The window, I’ve just jumped out of it.</i><span style="font-weight:400"> She knew what happened next, that she’d conjure a rope to catch herself, that she’d run off and stop the creature trying to make off with the System. She extended her hand and reached into her mana pool to reenact the events, but found it empty. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Wait, I don’t have my aspect?</i><span style="font-weight:400"> She crashed into the ground.
<span style="font-weight:400">With a gasp she was up again, on her feet, running from the horde of creatures, trying to lead them away from… <i><span style="font-weight:400">Ranlit! </i><span style="font-weight:400">She had to turn back. If she didn’t, then it’d happen again. She spun on her heels, seeing the army approaching her, behind them a starhound that hadn’t been there thest time. Was this how it happened? ina disabled the ones after her with the same beartrap trick, and after freezing herself with [Personal Restraint] was even stronger this time somehow, but when she went to drop the skill, it wouldn’t release. She screamed out as the starhound walked up behind Ranlit, howl-growl ringing out in the night. Ranlit herself didn’t seem to hear, didn’t even react as the creature stepped up from behind, jaws open wide.
<span style="font-weight:400">ina’s eyes shot open again. In the bed this time, hyperventting, but safe. She pulled the sheets tight to her chest, silent tears leaking out of her closed eyelids. How many times had the same terrors happened tonight? She needed it to end, for day toe. She wished desperately that she could get up and take a walk, but curfew was strict after the attack, and she knew she’d get in trouble. <i><span style="font-weight:400">I need someone.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">“ina?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh?” She opened her eyes, turning to see Carline looking at her, big eyes barely visible in the dim room.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I can’t sleep. Been up all night.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh… I thought you had been, for a while.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Carline shook her head. “Uh-uh. Do you know what time it is?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No… Late, I guess.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.” Carline rolled over, looking straight up. “I heard you tossing and turning. You kind of were earlier, but it was really bad just now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, probably,” ina said, rolling over onto her back and wiping her eyes with the sheets, making sure to keep herself covered. She was still sleeping naked like she preferred, and it wasn’t the time to be shing Carline. “Bad dreams.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I figured. I’m tired, but I guess no dreams is better than bad ones after the day we’ve had.”
<span style="font-weight:400">ina hummed in response. She had to agree, given the dreams she’d been having. “I keep reliving it, but worse.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sorry. I can’t imagine what you went through out there. What <i><span style="font-weight:400">everyone </i><span style="font-weight:400">went through. I just stayed back and hid…”
<span style="font-weight:400">ina rolled over again, staring at Carline in confusion. “Carline, you <i><span style="font-weight:400">saved </i><span style="font-weight:400">people. I saw Waine, and I know he would have died if he didn’t get help. Tira too, me twice, all the others.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s different. I <i><span style="font-weight:400">hated </i><span style="font-weight:400">that, ina. Doctor Thims telling me to stay back, you locking me inside with that fence… I wasn’t supposed to have an aspect like this. I was supposed to <i><span style="font-weight:400">fight.</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Can <i><span style="font-weight:400">still </i><span style="font-weight:400">fight! I’ve trained for it for— for forever!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Carline was staring back at her now, an unusual intensity in her eyes. “Carline, I—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You didn’t answer me before, not really. You said sorry, but I need a promise, not an apology. Tell me you’ll never leave me like that again when you need my help.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She meant it. Not just that she thought she could fight, but that she needed to be there, by ina’s side. “Okay. I promise.” Carline nodded and closed her eyes, seemingly satisfied.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was a strange feeling, words that demandinging from someone so meek. It didn’t have the same effect as when Tira told her to do something—something about a woman like Tira giving orders caused all sorts of feelings to run through ina—but it still affected her, pulled at her heart in a way she didn’t understand.
<span style="font-weight:400">“ina?” Carline eventually asked again.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah,” ina responded, a little more nervous this time.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can I hold you for a bit?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh. Uhm, sure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">ina rolled over, presenting her back to Carline. A body pressed up against her own, one arm snaking underneath her pillow and reaching around to cup her breast as the other fell over and rested on her stomach.
<span style="font-weight:400">She was there, enveloped in the arms by her best friend. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Best friend?</i><span style="font-weight:400"> She hadn’t really though of it, but that had to be what Carline was. Even if they were more than strictly friends at this point, Carline was still the best one she had, even closer than the few acquaintances she’d had back home.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was so warm. Had she been cold before? She couldn’t remember, but thinking about losing this warmth now terrified her. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Please don’t let go.</i><span style="font-weight:400"> She was naked, Carline’s hand squeezing her boob, but there wasn’t anything sexy about it, nothing embarrassing, just nice<i><span style="font-weight:400">.</i><span style="font-weight:400"> She wished Carline was naked too, that there wasn’t that thinyer of nightgown in between them, but even that thought wasn’t lewd, not right now. And even with the barrier, the embrace brought ayer of calm to ina.
<span style="font-weight:400">She could hear Carline’s breathing, soft at first, then growing heavier. She could feel as the girl holding her drifted off to sleep, and each heavier breath, even the small snoring that came from the girl eventually brought a new wave of serenity.
<span style="font-weight:400">It wasing again, sleep. For a moment the thought terrified ina, made her want to tense up, but she couldn’t; doing so might disturb Carline. She took in a deep breath of her own, melting into Carline’s body, the arms around her, the soft breasts against her back, the bare legs pressed up against her own, and slowly started to drift. No visions gripped her as she faded off, no memories invaded her mind as consciousness slipped away. Even in sleep, the only things were her, Carline, and their embrace.
<span style="font-weight:400">The end of the world wasing, sure, but it could wait one night.