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slothbabyproductions) wrote2024-10-10 01:57 pm
slothbabyproductions) wrote2024-10-10 01:57 pm
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Midnight Manor 1F - Thursday Early Afternoon
The past weekend had been a lot for Kamala. What she'd hoped would be a sweet, low-key time with her family and friends had spiraled into drama, family tensions, and the kind of conflict that left Arden seriously hurt. For the past four days, Kamala's world had mostly revolved around shifts on the roof with Cal, watching over Arden and doing her best to help her friend heal.
But now, with Arden on the mend, Kamala found herself with a rare quiet moment alone, and the events of the weekend, the highs and the lows, were tumbling back into her thoughts, one after another.
She flopped onto her bed, planning to lose herself in a quick snuggle with her napping pillow. But the more she tried to settle her mind, the more those moments from the weekend played on repeat in her head, refusing to be ignored.
Finally, she gave up on the nap and reached for her sketch pad. Drawing always helped her untangle the mess of her thoughts. Her pencil moved across the page as she began her first sketch: Kamala, with a giant, translucent purple hand, lifting a white wolf by the scruff of their neck, her other hand wagging a finger at it. A cartoon-like speech bubble floated above her head, scolding the wolf with a simple "Bad doggie."
She moved on to a more action-packed drawing: Herself as Ms. Marvel, mid-punch, delivering a righteous punch to both Grimm and Duke. Then she drew the image of Aurora Zarrin in elegant clothes, her eyes narrowed just enough to hint at a hidden mistrust behind a pleasant expression. Another drawing showed Rhys in a red sweater, sprawled on the hotel bed like a marionette with their strings cut, his eyes blankly staring up at the ceiling.
Kamala paused, her hand slowing to a stop. The more she worked on these scenes, the heavier her mood became. She took a deep breath and gently slid those drawings to the side, determined to shift her focus to the more positive memories from the weekend.
She started a new sketch: this one of Eleanor, offering a Tupperware container to Kamala’s parents, their faces lighting up with delight. Next, she captured Georgina's joyous expression as she admired the exhibits in the Stark Lobby. After that a drawing of Cal at the picnic seeing Greez and Cere for the first time in months. Then came a sketch of Eleanor's face, the moment Kamala spoke those few words to her in Urdu. Her pencil flew across the page as she drew her parents tending to Arden on the roof, their expressions filled with equal parts worry and tenderness.
Her final sketch took the most time and care. It was of Cal, on his knees, cradling Arden in his arms. His face was etched in a blend of fear, sorrow, and love that seemed to weigh heavily on him. Kamala worked slowly, carefully, wanting to get every detail of that memory just right.
When she finally set down her pencil, the sky outside was beginning to shift to dusk. Kamala let out a relieved sigh, feeling like some of the weight from the weekend had lifted. She flipped through the sketches one last time then stacked them neatly on her desk. With her heart a little lighter, she headed up to the roof, ready to give Cal a break and check on Arden's progress.
But now, with Arden on the mend, Kamala found herself with a rare quiet moment alone, and the events of the weekend, the highs and the lows, were tumbling back into her thoughts, one after another.
She flopped onto her bed, planning to lose herself in a quick snuggle with her napping pillow. But the more she tried to settle her mind, the more those moments from the weekend played on repeat in her head, refusing to be ignored.
Finally, she gave up on the nap and reached for her sketch pad. Drawing always helped her untangle the mess of her thoughts. Her pencil moved across the page as she began her first sketch: Kamala, with a giant, translucent purple hand, lifting a white wolf by the scruff of their neck, her other hand wagging a finger at it. A cartoon-like speech bubble floated above her head, scolding the wolf with a simple "Bad doggie."
She moved on to a more action-packed drawing: Herself as Ms. Marvel, mid-punch, delivering a righteous punch to both Grimm and Duke. Then she drew the image of Aurora Zarrin in elegant clothes, her eyes narrowed just enough to hint at a hidden mistrust behind a pleasant expression. Another drawing showed Rhys in a red sweater, sprawled on the hotel bed like a marionette with their strings cut, his eyes blankly staring up at the ceiling.
Kamala paused, her hand slowing to a stop. The more she worked on these scenes, the heavier her mood became. She took a deep breath and gently slid those drawings to the side, determined to shift her focus to the more positive memories from the weekend.
She started a new sketch: this one of Eleanor, offering a Tupperware container to Kamala’s parents, their faces lighting up with delight. Next, she captured Georgina's joyous expression as she admired the exhibits in the Stark Lobby. After that a drawing of Cal at the picnic seeing Greez and Cere for the first time in months. Then came a sketch of Eleanor's face, the moment Kamala spoke those few words to her in Urdu. Her pencil flew across the page as she drew her parents tending to Arden on the roof, their expressions filled with equal parts worry and tenderness.
Her final sketch took the most time and care. It was of Cal, on his knees, cradling Arden in his arms. His face was etched in a blend of fear, sorrow, and love that seemed to weigh heavily on him. Kamala worked slowly, carefully, wanting to get every detail of that memory just right.
When she finally set down her pencil, the sky outside was beginning to shift to dusk. Kamala let out a relieved sigh, feeling like some of the weight from the weekend had lifted. She flipped through the sketches one last time then stacked them neatly on her desk. With her heart a little lighter, she headed up to the roof, ready to give Cal a break and check on Arden's progress.