#kamirose

sunrise came as it always did, the sun peaking over the horizon to bathe the landscape in its bright yellows and oranges. birds began to sing morning melodies, diurnal animals switched shifts with nocturnal ones who were just settling in for sleep. the morning was always so peaceful, undisturbed. it was ironic for the scenery to be so beautiful and happy when the young witch who sat by watching it felt so alone and frightened.

sleepless nights weren't uncommon for kamila, which was obvious by the dark bags that hung beneath dim, scarlet hues, hues that once shimmered a bright ruby. sleep just seemed like such a privilege and a waste when there was so much to worry about: the upcoming battle, the task she had been given from the gods, the incredible lack of power she had to control her own magic. how would she ever stand a chance ?

heavy sigh pushed from her nose as she rested her forearms on the windowsill before nuzzling the lower half of her face into them, eyes slipping shut for just a moment. dark brows furrowed in worry, thought spinning relentlessly in her head. her mind was so busy with an endless cacophony of voices that she didn't hear the footsteps approaching. a gentle hand came to rest upon her shoulder, sending a jolt through her body and causing her to lurch backwards, heart racing before crimson optics found none other than rose standing beside her, looking almost as bewildered as kamila felt.

" sorry, i didn't mean to scare you, " came the groggy voice of the taller, followed by a small, nervous chuckle. it seemed like rose had just woken up. " i tried calling your name, but you didn't answer. did you fall asleep like that ? "

it took kamila a moment to regain her boundaries, but once she had, she noticed the sun was a bit higher in the sky and her arms were sore from the position. she must have fallen asleep for a little while. she straightened her posture, taking one hand to rub her opposite shoulder that had grown stiff from the position.

" i guess i did, " she replied in her typical quiet voice that was barely above a whisper. she didn't say anything else, but that wasn't unlike her. kamila was always a quiet one, not usually speaking unless spoken to.

rose noticed the massaging of stiff shoulder, ocean hues watching the small hand rub the sore joint before kamila's arms returned to rest against the windowsill. it wasn't hard to guess that the younger had been here all night worrying about a future she had no control over. it was rose's turn to sigh softly as she gazed out the window just as kamila did, scanning the tree line, listening to the song of the birds. it was still early, so everyone else was asleep. it was just rose and kamila standing side by side.

having half a mind to comfort kamila, rose almost turned towards her before she felt a pressure against her arm. glancing to the side, she saw kamila's forehead pressed against her bicep. kamila's hands were wrapped tightly around one another and rose swore she saw them trembling. she was scared. it wasn't unlike kamila to show such emotions, but it broke rose's heart every time. kamila was too sweet, too kind to be faced with such inner turmoil. rose remained silent as she wrapped her arm around the other's shoulder, pulling her closer. kamila's head now rested against rose's side as she was enveloped in the warmth. her heart began slowing from its rapid rate as she allowed a shaky breath to pass through her lips.