Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours
It had been a long day for everyone, including Tanya. The constant threat of Angels starting an attack had been in the back of her mind for the past few weeks after more disappeared. No trace of any of them, only rumors, whispers of gifted people vanishing, just like that, without leaving even a trace. Like they were swallowed by darkness, unable to get back out. Every disappearance left a trace of hopelessness, a weight not many were able to fully carry. Tanya caught glimpses of that as she walked through Rosnovy to get some supplies and other things, without Antonio -- not today. No, she’d sent every soldier back to the hideout with only her other, mundane bodyguard remaining by her side. There would be no fights today, no meetings, she had bigger plans for today.
Returning to the hideout Tanya pulled the cake out of its contained, took the blue frosting pen and carefully scribbled something on top of the white buttercream. Not perfect, but her handwriting stood out nonetheless. Getting everything ready, including her gift, Tanya made her way towards Antonio’s room. Did anyone remember? She entered without knocking and almost dropped the cake after seeing on his bed, clearly miserable. Of course. His parents, his former family -- all repressed memories were flooding back into his mind at a day like this. “Happy Birthday,” Tanya announced herself, closed the door and placed the cake on the nightstand. While she wanted to say so much more, Tanya decided not to torment him today. Today she’d take care of him, no exceptions. Sitting down next to him she began to brush over his back before softly placing a kiss against his temple. Pressing him against her she sat with him, pushing all former conflicts and games aside. She genuinely cared about Antonio. He wasn’t just her shield, not just her lapdog, but a part of herself. He moved whenever she did -- and such loyalty had to be rewarded with unconditional love.
She’d never forget his birthday -- not today, not ever. His head leaned closer towards hers, seeking comfort and warmth just like she’d done earlier. “Happy Birthday,” Tanya repeated, incredibly soft and loving, even Tanya herself got caught off guard. “Blow out the candles and make a wish so we can go out. I’ve made some reservations for us.”
