A Step Into The Dark | Cal Kestis AU

Chapter 10: Sleep? Who's She?

My quarters were the same as they had been when I left them earlier.

Dark, quiet, and the bed a mess.

Though I didn't much care.

I was just tired.

So painstakingly tired.

I closed the doors and marched over to the soft bed that was eagerly waiting just a few steps away.

There was no answer as to when I technically had to be back to check on Eva, though I knew the Second Sister would be waiting for me to provide her with some sort of answers.

I had none.

Sitting down on the silk sheets, I pulled off my chest plate, wrist guards, and boots. I felt exposed in just the black underclothes, but nobody would be coming in.

I grimaced at the sour smell that came from my sock adorned feet.

I would have to shower when I wake up.

Quiet ambience filtered into my room, echoing slightly around the metallic walls.

It was almost peaceful, despite being in such a large, chaotic place.

I slid under the sheets and pulled them up to my chin, the comforter along with.

The silk glided over my body as I sighed and rolled onto my side, facing the door.

Footsteps were a constant sound as different staff members walked past.

Part of me thought of it as a sort of lullaby that the Fortress sang, a hushed song meant for the night hours when so many would lay for bed.

I wondered if tomorrow would be more of the same. Back and forth between Eva's room, pointless bickering and zero answers.

As much as I hated it, there was something about Eva I just couldn't put my finger on.

She wasn't afraid. But why? Most people see an Inquisitor, they drop to their knees and beg for mercy, beg for their lives to be spared.

Usually they were not.

But Eva didn't seem worried about dying, or even being hurt.

The most emotion she showed was when I had went into her mind.

Maybe that was the key.

If it was the key to being successful, why the hell was I so reluctant?

I rolled over to my back once more, crossing my hands over my stomach and looking up at the dark ceiling.

Room decor had never been on any sort of list of things I would like to get done.

But as I closed my eyes and hummed softly, I wondered if maybe I should ask for something small to spice of the bland space.

It had me thinking Eva would do the same.

.

A loud, monotonous beeping sound droned on right next to my head.

I didn't want to get up, I wanted to keep sleeping.

But duty calls.

With a frustrated groan, I rolled over to look at the tiny clock on my bedside table.

0800.

I had an hour before I had to technically be out and about doing whatever I was tasked to do.

It was a question of whether I get an early start on Eva, or spend the small portion of time relaxing.

Gears could practically be felt spinning as I came to a conclusive decision.