Cold (K)Nights

Angel was only vaguely aware of the coolness in the midnight -at least she was guessing it was around midnight- air. She was more focused on counting the impossible amount of stars that had come by every night to light up the dark and gloomy sky.

She really didn't experience care for the number of stars, as anyone wouldn't, even if they were counting stars. Like many people, she was counting the stars to try and get herself to sleep. Although this method hadn't been working in her favour yet, she continued, unable to think of any other ways to get her brain to shut up and let her sleep.

She sighed.

This distraction wasn't working. Angel wanted to sleep, however, there was just a thought in her mind that wouldn't leave her alone. It was like a fruit fly on a summer day, buzzing around the snack you wanted to eat. Every time you swat it away, it comes right back to annoy you. Her brain was just being stubborn like that. In any other situation, she would love the stubbornness of her and her brain, but right now? It was the least pleasant thing.

Now, what was this stupid thought that had been annoying her all day and night?

It had to do with her wife. Well, queerplatonic wife. Crystal Fyir.

The dragon was a bit of a complicated person. She's a sweet and caring person when you know her. Come to her with a bruise every single day for a year. She would scold you for hours, seemingly annoyed, but would bandage you up with so much care, without a complaint. You could blow up a kingdom and, while she would unquestionably yell at you, her eyes would soften the second she saw a grin on your face. Then she would proceed to get you out of there while trying her best to fight a smile of her own. She would do everything in her power to protect the people she cares about the most!

However, she can also be a very closed-off and angry person when you don't know her and even when you do. Angel knew this from the way her expression would change instantaneously when she went from looking and Angel to all the other knights they trained with. Or the way she could so carelessly start a fight with anyone around her just by hearing a single word. Or the way she would glare daggers at Angel and relatively lightly punch her in the stomach. She always knew how much force to use so that it would hurt, but in a way that the pain would only last for a minute at most before you could easily move on. Sometimes, on a really bad day, she would plug her earbuds into her ears a just shut out what anyone had to say to her, no matter who it was or how important the person deemed their story.

And it was scenarios like those that had brought Angel up here. Sitting on the roof of the house they made in this little interdimensional forest they called home, counting stars and trying to ignore the doubts that had clouded her mind. The doubts of if Crystal really cared for her, if she just stayed with her because she felt bad, if she was just using her.

The answer was no! She knew it was! One look at the way Crystal would patiently sit and listen as Angel talked for god knows how long about whatever it was that was in her mind, whether the dragon had an interest in it or not. Or the way she would smile at Angel whenever they decided to bake cookies together. Or the way she would cuddle into the crook of Angel's neck in the middle of the night, mumbling death threats to whoever the enemies of her dreams were(that were apparently trying to hurt the other girl). Or the mornings after those nights when she would apologize endlessly because she had accidentally punched and bruised Angel in the face as she was sleep-fighting those imaginary enemies. Any of these situations were more than enough proof for Angel that Crystal cared for her.

So why did she have these doubts?

She groaned and laid back onto the roof of the log cabin, shutting her eyes as she once more, desperately attempted slumber.