a spiteful litany || drabble
Aqua woke up.Â
(cut for an immediate scene of tw: anxiety attacks. the tl;dr is that aqua had a bad nightmare, and Isnt Dealing With It Well.)
It was nothing too dramatic. She simply opened her eyes, breathing far too heavily, fingers squeezing fabric. Her left hand was dug deep into the sheets; the right entangled over her heart. Every inhale was agony, sharp, cold air piercing through her throat. Her lungs--they were working but they werenât and--
Calm down, Aqua thought, smashing her eyes shut. She thought back to tips sheâd read, and followed through; in her head, she caught onto five things she could heart. The drone of the air conditioner, the distant thumping of overly loud music, the buzz of electricity, her alarm clock ticking away, and the rare notification on the JPD group chat.Â
Then it was the same with smell; with touch, and what she could see, and taste. She worked her way down the list and calmed herself down enough to slowly sit up in bed. The trembling was troubling, as was the layer of cold sweat plastering her pajama pants and tank top to her body.Â
Try as she might, she couldnât get her hand away from her heart. To relinquish her grip there could mean letting the Darkness win again. Aqua felt off balance and woozy, tired and somehow restless. She supposed all nightmares had a way of inspiring that kind of duality, but this felt different somehow.Â
Then she noticed...the tears in her sheets. Ragged, feral. Five of them, matching up to her left hand. Like sheâd...had claws...
What...? A pang of dread rolled her stomach. She stumbled into the bathroom and threw on the light, staring at her reflection. She didnât see anything amiss at first but--but then she caught it. It was subtle, so subtle that Aqua wagered she was the only one that could really catch notice of it; but a strip of her hair was lighter. Just a shade, like some of the color had been sipped of it; not totally, no, it was still blue.Â
But it was a little...
Silver...
And--and her eyes. She pressed her fingers against a cheek. A very--very, very subtle--ring of gold, there, right around her shrunken pupil. Aqua scarcely blinked until her eyes grew drew, forced her to; and then she didnât look any different. Or...or did she? Was that bit of hair a trick? Her eyes?Â
The Darkness, did it--did it try to take me while I was asleep? It would explain the changes she could still semi-see, but she was unsure if it was only a hallucination, or reality. Am I still in a nightmare? When will this end already--Terra had it so much worse than I did, and heâs fine, heâs okay, get it together Aqua or youâll never go home, never, ever, donât deserve to--
...
The night passed all too slowly.Â
Aqua spent the rest of it at her kitchen table, drinking coffee. Then, she went to work, and smiled, and fussed, and joked around like normal. No one could know. If they knew, theyâd look harder--
And then theyâd see it. The Darkness taking root, already changing her.Â
















