[Thread] I keep my head uptight, I make my plans at night

[bowyourheadslow]

Characters: OU!Shadow, OU!Rouge
Where: Mui-Enas
When: Late night
Summary: Rouge is up unusually late, and Shadow wants to know why that is.
Warnings: None?

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[consideritmine]

The night had been unusually restless for her. After those recurring nightmares at stopped (permanently, she hoped), she had finally been able to sleep relatively soundly. Yet here she was, up for a couple more hours than she had intended. The chance of escape was nearing once more and with it, came scattered thoughts about things she never normally worried about. Things that were insignificant and unchangeable were all that was keeping her awake. Why did she have to start wondering about them at a time like this?

The sound of the door opening and closing registered with her, but not enough to cause her to pay attention to it. It wasn't until Shadow spoke that her eyes were drawn towards the source of the noise. Time must have flown by if it was already about the time he returned to the apartment.

"Hm?" came her instinctive response. She shook her head and moved her hand back down to rest on the table as her mind quickly went back over what he had just said. "I couldn't sleep."

[bowyourheadslow]

"Any reason why?"

For a while, she'd been having a hard time due to the occasional nightmare, he knew that - he'd caused them, of course, albeit unintentionally. But she hadn't suffered from them for a month or two now, as far as he could tell. Sure, it would be easy enough to hide it from him, but hopefully she was over that by now.

Then again, these things could strike much longer after the fact than they had any right to. He knew that well enough.

[consideritmine]

She hesitated at the question. Speaking of personal matters was something she was very unused to and normally avoided. It couldn't hurt to tell him, though. There was no reason or way that Shadow would exploit any information about her and maybe it'd help.

"I was thinking about my parents," she said finally.

[bowyourheadslow]

That was unusual; when did she ever think about them? Surely more often than she spoke of them, for that almost never happened. Did she miss them, perhaps?

Shadow took a seat at the table and placed his chin in his palm, elbow on the tabletop. He said nothing, but sat unmoving with his attention fully on her, ready to listen, should she wish to volunteer information.