[ homura hasn't slept since madoka's return. how could she? madoka is back. seventy-two hours of not knowing are finally over, and if she has any say it'll be the last minute she doesn't know exactly where madoka is, whether madoka is safe or not.
of course, it won't be. she knows that. madoka will do what madoka chooses, and there's only so much she can do to keep watch in this place. but- madoka's back now. madoka's safe. she can stop worrying, just for now, can't she?
madoka's voice reaches her through the crack beneath her door, and homura stops thinking. it doesn't sound like she's in danger - tired, more than anything - but it's enough regardless. homura pulls her door open, walking the short distance to the kitchen before surveying the scene.
when she sees the mess, she exhales - not a sigh, not disappointed or exasperated, but a simple untensing of her muscles - and grabs a towel before kneeling down by the spill. ]
It's late. [ it comes out more brusquely than she intended, and she falters in her motions for a moment. ] ...you should rest.
finally writes this tag...
of course, it won't be. she knows that. madoka will do what madoka chooses, and there's only so much she can do to keep watch in this place. but- madoka's back now. madoka's safe. she can stop worrying, just for now, can't she?
madoka's voice reaches her through the crack beneath her door, and homura stops thinking. it doesn't sound like she's in danger - tired, more than anything - but it's enough regardless. homura pulls her door open, walking the short distance to the kitchen before surveying the scene.
when she sees the mess, she exhales - not a sigh, not disappointed or exasperated, but a simple untensing of her muscles - and grabs a towel before kneeling down by the spill. ]
It's late. [ it comes out more brusquely than she intended, and she falters in her motions for a moment. ] ...you should rest.