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heterochrocaticWho: Catra and Setsuna
What: Sleep doesn't come easy to Catra; Setsuna notices.
Where: Catra and Setsuna's shared quarters
When: Night time, sometime during the first week on Piper 90.
Warnings/Notes: Mention of childhood trauma and abuse, emotional stuff.
Sleep didn't come easily to Catra. It never really had (except when she had had Adora nearby) and it was made worse for Catra because she had needed to become a naturally light sleeper. After a few midnight 'raids' to be punished for some perceived or merely imagined transgression when she was a kid, she'd learned it was better not to sleep where she was expected. Back home in the Fright Zone, that had meant either with Adora or crammed somewhere awkward and hard to get at. Here on the rig, that was harder. There were plenty of places one could go to avoid people, but what exactly punishment might be for being out of room during the night or whether they were being actively monitored, Catra wasn't sure.
Despite not making use of her room for the first couple nights, she had eventually come back to it, awkward and unsure of her roomamte, the Setsuna girl who had been... kind. Even friendly. It was weird. She'd tried one night sleeping in the bed properly, but it had not gone well--she'd not slept a minute, mind racing with the idea that at any moment someone might simply burst through the door to haul her away. Then she'dhad to get through training the next morning feeling like she'd been slammed through a wall by Adora the whole time during physical training. Another night of experimentation showed her that she could quite easily slip under the bed, thanks to being slender and flexible, and that had turned into her comforting space. It felt safe--like no one could sneak up on her. She liked that.
When Setsuna wakes in the middle of one night, she'll find that the bed across from her is empty and the blanket missing--Catra, at least at first glance, has simply vanished from the shared quarters without so much as a whisper. At least that's what one would think before giving the room a search. A glance under the bed, especially if aided by a light source, reveals luminous mismatched eyes glaring back at the searcher, and Catra's voice quiet and angry hisses from the shadows.
"Go away."
What: Sleep doesn't come easy to Catra; Setsuna notices.
Where: Catra and Setsuna's shared quarters
When: Night time, sometime during the first week on Piper 90.
Warnings/Notes: Mention of childhood trauma and abuse, emotional stuff.
Sleep didn't come easily to Catra. It never really had (except when she had had Adora nearby) and it was made worse for Catra because she had needed to become a naturally light sleeper. After a few midnight 'raids' to be punished for some perceived or merely imagined transgression when she was a kid, she'd learned it was better not to sleep where she was expected. Back home in the Fright Zone, that had meant either with Adora or crammed somewhere awkward and hard to get at. Here on the rig, that was harder. There were plenty of places one could go to avoid people, but what exactly punishment might be for being out of room during the night or whether they were being actively monitored, Catra wasn't sure.
Despite not making use of her room for the first couple nights, she had eventually come back to it, awkward and unsure of her roomamte, the Setsuna girl who had been... kind. Even friendly. It was weird. She'd tried one night sleeping in the bed properly, but it had not gone well--she'd not slept a minute, mind racing with the idea that at any moment someone might simply burst through the door to haul her away. Then she'dhad to get through training the next morning feeling like she'd been slammed through a wall by Adora the whole time during physical training. Another night of experimentation showed her that she could quite easily slip under the bed, thanks to being slender and flexible, and that had turned into her comforting space. It felt safe--like no one could sneak up on her. She liked that.
When Setsuna wakes in the middle of one night, she'll find that the bed across from her is empty and the blanket missing--Catra, at least at first glance, has simply vanished from the shared quarters without so much as a whisper. At least that's what one would think before giving the room a search. A glance under the bed, especially if aided by a light source, reveals luminous mismatched eyes glaring back at the searcher, and Catra's voice quiet and angry hisses from the shadows.
"Go away."