Zoyalina Oneshots

comfort

--------Alina---------

"You should, uh, change out of your wet clothes," Zoya says awkwardly, backing out of the small room the girls were confined in. Her and I had been on their way back from a meeting with the Kerch when we had been caught in a downpour and forced to hole up in a one-bed room in an out of the way inn.

"I can dry my clothes," I say, smirking, summoning a soft glow of light to quickly dry her kefta off.

"Uh, yeah, of course," Zoya mumbles. I inwardly laugh. I've never seen Zoya so flustered.

Zoya seems to regain some of her composure and smirks, sending a Squaller wind through her kefta to dry it off. My eyes drift to Zoya's wind-blown hair and I suddenly feel as flustered as Zoya had looked.

I grab a cookie from the plate to distract myself. Zoya started to unbutton her kefta and I almost spit out my cookie. I then sheepishly realize that Zoya, of course, has clothes underneath her kefta. Zoya hung her kefta on the bed post and sent another Squaller wind to dry off her under layer. She gracefully pulled off her black boots and untied her blue hair ribbon. I realize that I am yet again just sitting and staring and quickly look away, eating my stale cookie.

Zoya climbs into the small bed, scooting as close to the wall as she can and says, "Goodnight, Alina. Don't you dare hit me in your sleep." I flush as she turns away. I unbutton my own kefta and discard my shoes. I turn off the lantern lighting the small room and climb into the bed, as far from Zoya as I can be. However, the farthest I can be is not so far at all, and I lay awake, willing myself not to bump into her. The exhaustion from the last few days of no sleep, however, doesn't plan on letting me stay up admiring Zoya and I drift off to sleep.

I awaken to Zoya jolting upright, panting. "Hey, hey, it's okay, you're safe," I tell her, awkwardly putting my arm around her shoulder. She lays back down, trembling slightly, and I pull her close, wondering how she isn't snapping at me.

I slowly wake up again when light comes through the crack in the door, and I realize that Zoya's hands are clutching my arm. I try to extricate my arms without waking her up, but I fail and she stirs to life. I quickly jump up and turn around, pulling on my kefta. Zoya suddenly jumps from the bed and almost tackles me, making me summon a burst of light in surprise.

"Saints, Alina, you're jittery this morning," she laughs.

"What was that for?" I ask grumpily. Zoya shrugs, still laughing. She seems to have no recollection of last night, or how she was clinging to my arms seemingly for dear life when I woke up. She quickly pulls on her kefta and we leave the room to find Tamar and Nadia's room. Zoya knocks loudly and I can hear scrambling inside. Tamar opens the door a crack and I can see that she is wearing Nadia's blue kefta wrapped around herself like a robe.

"Uh, we'll be out soon," Tamar says, pulling on her short hair awkwardly.

"We'll be waiting outside," I say, since Zoya looks like she is about to burst into laughter. I herd Zoya down the hall and we both burst out laughing.

"Well, that was unexpected," Zoya says, still laughing. We head outside into the chilled air and get our horses from the stables.

"Thanks," Zoya whispers so quietly I can barely hear.

"Hmmm?"

"For last night," she says awkwardly.

"Oh, I, uh didn't think you remembered," I laugh, embarrassed.

"Usually I don't have nightmares when I'm with another person-"

"And how often is that?" I tease.

"Not since we were looking for the firebird," she says quietly, looking away. We both fall silent at the reminder of our past. 

a/n: ignore the non existent ending, I hope you like this! I felt like writing some sappy stuff, so yeah. Please tell me what you think of it!