A Night Of Wrath
Inside the hotel room’s bathroom Thrice stared up at the ceiling from his bathtub bed. His hands fiddled outside the tub, searching for something. After moments of searching his hands come back to bring Thrice his phone. He clicks the phone’s light on 1:00 A.M. it read on the front screen. Thrice sighed, “Fuck it’s late.” He rubbed his eyes as he stepped out of the tub. He looked at himself in the mirror; he looked tired yet he was up for some reason. After changing into some shorts and a short sleeve shirt Thrice slipped out the room and into the hallway. Wrath yawned, “I see you cannot sleep as well.” To his surprise, Thrice discovered it was just Wrath beside him in the hallway. Thrice looked around Wrath but still he did not see Temperance or Innocence, “Where are the others,” Thrice finally asked as he walked towards the stairs with Wrath following in step beside him. Wrath smirked, “They are asleep…lucky bastards.” Thrice did not bother asking how they were asleep yet Wrath and himself were awake, he especially did not ask Wrath since he would just be having a conversation with himself…granted that isn’t anything out of the ordinary for him.
“So,” Thrice looks to Wrath as he descends the stairs, “why can’t you sleep?”
Wrath just shrugs, “I haven’t the slightest clue, though I am glad you are up, least I have someone to chat with.”
Thrice raises an eyebrow, “Something on your…mind,” the words felt weird to him somehow.
Wrath shrugs again, “Nothing in particular, just been playing everything recently over and over again. A lot of things I suppose to be done. Solve this Shiva mystery, catch Abel, stop the Seers,” he chuckles, “and I have the feeling those are just starters for this group.”
Thrice smirks and nods, “I suppose a lot is expected of us, granted most of those situations we either put ourselves into or were shoved down our throats.”
Wrath nods as they both exit the stairs onto a lower floor of the hotel, the floor with the hotel’s workout room on it. A moment later Thrice is on a treadmill while Wrath stands in front of it. Thrice huffs here and there as his feet pound against the machine. Luckily the two of them are alone in the room, the only sounds are the treadmill and Thrice himself.
“You know that lady Cortana was right,” Wrath says as he walks around the room.
Thrice does his best to watch him, “What do you mean?”
“She said you should talk to Galena about your protectiveness of her, yet you haven’t brought it up. I mean I know why you are avoiding the topic with her, but why not just over and done with it? I mean if she hurts you she hurts you.”
Thrice clinches his jaw, “I’ve avoided the topic because right now we all need each other, I’d rather not add more unwanted stress upon her if she doesn’t feel the same way. Either way it can wait until a good chunk of our problems are dealt with.”
Wrath chuckles, “Well Noctys is gone, doesn’t that count?”
Thrice smiles, “It is a start at least.”
Wrath stops in front of Thrice, “And what if she hurts you?”
Thrice’s eyes look down as he thinks, “I…I don’t know what would happen. I mean it wouldn’t surprise me, seems to happen to me. I guess if it did happen…I…would have to leave.”
Wrath’s hands grip the treadmill, “So you are going to just run away again! What good will that do you?”
Thrice meets Wrath’s eyes, “It will keep me alive is what it will do!” Thrice’s eyes begin to water.
Wrath takes a step back and composes himself, “Right, of course, we definitely do not need a repeat of last time,” Wrath eyes Thrice’s wrists and forces a smile, “I’ll make sure to keep you out of reach of sharp objects.”
Thrice looks to Wrath confusingly. “Why are you looking out for me? You’ve never been like this before? What’s your angle?”
Wrath just laughs and spreads his arms wide, “Well the obvious angle Kirk, keeping your dumb ass alive.”
Thrice relaxes a little bit, that is the Wrath he is use to.
“Also,” Wrath speaks, “do not forget about the D.C. cabal here. They are helping us, I’m assuming, a great deal with this Shiva bullshit.
Thrice nods, “Yeah, we will have to find a way to repay them some way.
Wrath looks Thrice in the eyes, “Start with her if you must.”
Thrice cocks his head, “Avatar?”
“Yes,” Wrath states, “after all she is the one who has sacrificed so much for this.”
Thrice nods, “Of course, I’ll have to think of something.”
Wrath smiles, “I’m sure it will be something she will at least laugh at.”
Thrice groans, “You always know what to say.”
Wrath’s smile just grows, “Obviously, that is why I am here.”
After a good hour or so of exercising, Wrath and a very exhausted Thrice walk out of the work out room and enter the stairwell. Thrice breathes deeply every step, his whole body feels like flaming shit. Wrath keeps in step with Thrice, “You know, you shouldn’t push yourself so hard, you aren’t gonna impress anyone if you end up hurting yourself or worse.”
“I’m…. fine…” Thrice manages to talk between pained breaths.
Wrath just holds up his hands, “Whatever you say Kirk.”
Eventually the two of them reach the hotel room’s floor.
“Finally,” Thrice wheezes as he walks forward.
“Yes,” Wrath speaks up, “it was so difficult keeping up with your slow ass.”
Thrice doesn’t even bother responding, he just keeps walking forward. Before Thrice reaches the room’s door he stops at the one next to it, the girls’ room. He places his hand on the door, “Hope you are resting easier than I am.”
Wrath just chuckles, “Why not just write her a poem. Cause ya know that worked out so well last time.”
Thrice just looks back to Wrath, extends his middle fingers towards him, and goes back to facing the door. “Be safe.” With that Thrice limps over to the door and begins to slowly open it. “She looked so sad by the way,” Wrath calmly says.
Thrice looks over to him, “Who? Avatar?”
Wrath looks to him and shakes his head, “No, Cortana.”
Before Thrice could question him Wrath disappears. Thrice just stands there for a moment before shrugging and opening the door. After slipping into the bathroom Thrice decides to shower real quick, change back to his sleeping clothes, and sleeps on the bathmat since his bed was wet now. “Alright,” Thrice thinks as he checks his phone, 3:00 A.M. , “hopefully that all helped so I can get some rest.” With that Thrice drifted off to sleep.