@voidgivenheart said: comfort - drabble
Hornet sits in a room at the top of the Tower of Love. The city is mostly abandoned, but she still had to pay for a night here. Not that she minds, of course. She only came here because she had Geo to blow.
She's ordered herself room service and a bottle of wine to enjoy for the night. She'd enjoyed the meal and had originally been drinking out of a glass, but has since given up on the classiness of it all and has resorted to drinking straight from the bottle. She stares down at the city, at all the buildings below her. This place is one of comfort, of luxury. In its heyday, bugs would come in couples to unwind for a night here. Pairs of bugs in love... pairs of bugs that had each other. Hornet's never thought too much about romance, but... Looking over the bed she sits on now, clearly made for a couple to spend a night together on... She can't help but feel at least a little lonely.
Who would she have even come here with had the she opportunity? She doesn't make many friends, let alone romantic interests. Her mind skips over many people, before settling on one. Someone she'd wished to put out of her mind. She shakes her head, willing the memory away, but it persists. Someone who'd cared for her, and... had she cared back? Or was it too late by the time she had realized her feelings? Hell, she's still realizing her feelings, and would be for a long time. But it changes nothing now. She's here, by herself. Alone.
Who could blame her, though? The world is dead. The rain falls through cracks in the ceiling onto dead buildings full of dead bugs in the dead capital of the dead kingdom. But Hornet persists, somehow. Somehow.
Hornet corks the bottle again. She's had enough for one night. Her thoughts are beginning to get away from her, which is the last thing she needs right now. She winces as she reaches to put it up on a shelf, twisting in a certain way that upsets her shoulder– no, just her side now. It doesn't matter. It hurts.
She sighs, pulling back the blankets and climbing into her bed. She's gotten a little more used to sleeping in beds as of late, but she knows that as of tomorrow, she'll need to go back to roughing it in the wild again. She'll sleep a million more nights in caves or under trees. She doesn't mind. She's alive, isn't she? That's all that matters.
She turns off the light, snuggling deeper under the covers. She'll enjoy the simple comforts of wine and a bed to sleep in tonight. And tomorrow, she'll wake up and fight like she's always done.
