Amber couldn’t sleep. Or, she had slept actually, she’d slept for a couple of hours and woken up completely rested. That was quite common for her, she never really needed a lot of rest before she was on her feet again, alert and wide awake. Normally she would just stay in her room, do a little bit of reading or watch some boring informercials on TV. Mostly because she didn’t care much for HQ in the middle of the night - she wasn’t exactly frightened, but it seemed so cold and unwelcoming during the night, like someone or something roamed the halls at night. Which of course was rubbish, but it was just a feeling she couldn’t shake.
Yet she had found her way to the kitchen, letting her coffee-crave get the best of her after realizing she had no coffee-beans left to grind in her own room. She plopped down onto a chair next to the table as she waited for the coffee to brew. She rubbed her eyes and watched silently as Indigo Gale entered the kitchen, looking horribly sleep-deprived and haunted, which immediately tugged at Amber’s heartstrings. She may never have had a close relationship to anyone in the league but Tawny and Cobalt, but she still felt somewhat responsible for some of the other assassins, especially if they (like Indigo) reminded her about Tawny.
“Hi” she smiled warmly and got up “yes, let me just get it for you” she went to the corner cabinet and pulled out a small jar, labeled honey “so… still no sleep I assume?” she glanced at her and unscrewed the lit of the jar before handing it to her with kind eyes and a small smile.
Indigo put her glass of milk in the microwave and pushed the buttons, watching it spin on the glass plate. “Thanks,” she said quietly, sitting it next to the microwave. She watched the glass a moment longer before replying, “Yeah, it’s not really happening tonight. Same dream-same nightmare, really-over and over and over again.”
The timer dinged, and she took the glass out, pouring honey in and digging in one of the drawers for a spoon. The golden liquid swirled in the white, turning the whole concoction a creamy sort of yellow. Indigo took a small sip, careful not to burn her tongue. It was creamy and sweet, and it went down easy, made her feel a tiny bit less like a human ice block. It was a nice feeling.
Indigo sighed and shoved some of her messy hair away from her face. “Did you ever…did you ever do something you wish you could take back?” she asked quietly, staring into her milk like it held the secrets of the universe. “And it was something that couldn’t be undone no matter how hard you wished? Because I don’t do regrets. I never have. I still don’t. I just can’t seem to get past this, and it burns me.”