10-27-2018, 09:17 PM
(np!! dont sweat it)
Sometimes she got restless at night herself. There were many reasons, though the major ones were having too much left-over energy from the day and simply thinking too much, as some people often did before bed. Usually it was just pondering over her parents' deaths, or about her own. Having her mothers die had embedded a fear of it inside her, anything associated with death sending her into a panic. Something as simple as someone having a cold made her antsy. She didn't want to be the next to succumb, there was too much left for her to see and do!
Tonight, luckily, the source of her consciousness wasn't because of such depressing things. It was simply her being too awake, not yet feeling the effects of sleep. She stared at her ceiling in the dark, squeezing her eyes tight and willing herself to fall asleep. But it never happened. She tried counting sheep, like her mother had told her to once, but it didn't help. Then she thought about playing the recording Onision had given her, but decided against it, the mere idea making her feel somber.
So, with no other ides, Isabelle left her bed and ventured out into the halls of the Observatory. It was quiet, save for the sound of crickets inkling in and the soft steps just down the hall, a figure pacing about in the shadowy hall. She's startled for a moment, then recognizes who it is, a smile forming on her face. Just when she thought no one would be up to escort her outside. Usually she would go on her own, ignoring the set rules after the killings, but night-time was a different story. Even under normal circumstances, she wouldn't go out in the dark alone.
"Hello?" she tests, voice seeming louder than usual in the silence, the small kitten drawing closer. "You can't sleep, either?" she asks even though the answer is obvious. She's hoping she'll reveal the reason why, looking up expectantly at her. She didn't know much about her, but she was intriguing, indeed.
"speech"
Sometimes she got restless at night herself. There were many reasons, though the major ones were having too much left-over energy from the day and simply thinking too much, as some people often did before bed. Usually it was just pondering over her parents' deaths, or about her own. Having her mothers die had embedded a fear of it inside her, anything associated with death sending her into a panic. Something as simple as someone having a cold made her antsy. She didn't want to be the next to succumb, there was too much left for her to see and do!
Tonight, luckily, the source of her consciousness wasn't because of such depressing things. It was simply her being too awake, not yet feeling the effects of sleep. She stared at her ceiling in the dark, squeezing her eyes tight and willing herself to fall asleep. But it never happened. She tried counting sheep, like her mother had told her to once, but it didn't help. Then she thought about playing the recording Onision had given her, but decided against it, the mere idea making her feel somber.
So, with no other ides, Isabelle left her bed and ventured out into the halls of the Observatory. It was quiet, save for the sound of crickets inkling in and the soft steps just down the hall, a figure pacing about in the shadowy hall. She's startled for a moment, then recognizes who it is, a smile forming on her face. Just when she thought no one would be up to escort her outside. Usually she would go on her own, ignoring the set rules after the killings, but night-time was a different story. Even under normal circumstances, she wouldn't go out in the dark alone.
"Hello?" she tests, voice seeming louder than usual in the silence, the small kitten drawing closer. "You can't sleep, either?" she asks even though the answer is obvious. She's hoping she'll reveal the reason why, looking up expectantly at her. She didn't know much about her, but she was intriguing, indeed.
"speech"