Gwynriel

Comfort

Snap

Crack

I shake my head to the side to get rid of the memories. The sounds. 

My job is important. It needs to be to done. I don't feel remorse. 

The last line is what get's me the most, I really don't feel remorse. These are bad creatures that I am extracting information from. It's not out of joy or want to hurt living beings. That doesn't mean I'm a bad male. 

Your a good male

I stop my stride to my rooms at the intrusion. I don't need more reminders of the Valkyrie. I need to get in and shower, not think of a beautiful, untouchable, badass female. 

I especially don't need to think about how she was looking at me at training before I left.

My head starts to spin as the exhaustion sets in, I never sleep on my trips and I usually don't sleep when I'm home. My restless thoughts keep me up or I'm thinking about everything or there's too much work to be done. 

The halls are thankfully quiet as I make my way to my rooms but something seems off, different. I feel like I should care about that but for some reason all I want is my head to the hit pillow before my wings start to drag. 

I practically fall into my room and shut the door behind me. I see my larger than usual bed and my desk and side table, the only things occupying my room and head straight for the mattress. The second I'm flat on my stomach, face practically smooshed into the pillow, my eyes snap shut. 

I can't remember the last time I was this tired, although this trip was one of the most intense. 

I cringe as the sounds come back, as the blood spatters come back, as the hurt comes back. 

My job is important. It needs to be done. I don't feel remorse. 

I try to push it away as a rare sleep takes over, before I know it, its lights out. 

"Ohhhh OOhhohohhohooo"

I bolt up at the sound of, whatever that was?

I grumble my way to the door, ready to shove it to whoever awoke me from my rare time asleep. I snap the door open and stop in my tracks.

"Ohhhh OOHOHOhohho hooooo" comes again from Gwyn, whos across the hall from me, dancing and singing? 

I can't stop the smile that rips my face in two as her legs swing up one at a time, almost like donkey kick leg stretches as she uses a hair brush to sing into.

I must have made a noise because she looks right at me and freezes with her leg halfway up and arms in the air. A face of absolute embarrassment is plastered all over her. 

I laugh, I laugh a belly laugh that I don't think I've ever heard come from me. She slowly brings her leg and arms down and just looks at me. She has a curious look in her eyes as she slowly approaches me. 

"Hi Az" is all I get from the beautiful goof in front of me.

"Hello Gwyn" I couldn't stop the drop in my voice as she slinks closer. 

"When did you get back?" She stops directly in front of me and the look of curiosity turns into one of concern. Before I can answer her hands make their way to my face and her fingers smooth under my eyes. 

She startles herself and pulls back,

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch you it's just" She takes another step back. 

I stand there frozen. What was she trying to do? Comfort me? Did I even take a shower last night? Is she stepping back because I smell or because I disgust her? How do I even respond? I can't remember the last time someone wanted to comfort me.