Notes:
So, this will be where I places various drabbles I have written! Pairings and characters will change with each one, but I'll leave a note.
This particular one was from the prompt "Sheets"
No pairing.
She tossed and turned in her sleep… but there wasn't much room to toss around in. It was uncomfortable, it was cold, it was very small. This was not something she wanted to be stuck in. Not ever.
She jolted awake in her sleep, and in an attempt to sit upright, slammed her head into the lid. It really hurt, and she held her forehead as she successfully opened it and let herself out. Slowly, she crept out of her coffin and stood in the basement. It was cold, slightly damp, and it smelled funny. Right now, it was the cold that was bothering her more than anything. Making sure not to wake anyone, she ascended the stairs to the rest of the manor. Maybe she could wear herself out a bit and sleep would come easier.
It wasn't much surprise that the rest of the manor wasn't much warmer. There were few permanent residents, and it was late in the night. Night dwelling was something she was still adjusting her body to, after eighteen years of sleeping through it.
It took all of about an hour for her to decide that this wasn't going to work, she felt exactly the same as she did before, only now she was just cold. Her arms were wrapped around her breast in a feeble attempt to keep warm. Defeated, she began the walk back to the basement. She was bound to get used to it eventually, but right now she dreaded going down there. If she was caught not resting, she also worried she would get scolded for it, as she still refused to drink and needed to keep her powers at their best.
Quietly, she crept towards the basement and down the stairs, a hand against the wall as she descended. She didn't really have a choice in the matter, she had two separate orders to sleep in the bloody thing. This whole situation was enough to make her cry, but it was likely sleep deprivation setting in and making her unable to process everything well. Ever since it replaced her bed, she had gotten fairly awful sleep.
She closed her eyes near the end of the staircase, sighing, causing her to just miss the last step. Her quickened reflexes saved her from a loud tumble, but she was still worried about the loud sound she had made when she hit the floor with her foot. Nothing else had made a sound, and as she opened one eye she didn't see anything really out of place. Her master's coffin was still shut and presumably occupied, and hers still hung open just as she had left it.
She crawled back into her own, jumping a bit at the sensation of something new inside. It was entirely unexpected, but not something completely uninvited. Smiling, she wrapped the mysterious blanket around herself before closing the lid once more. She couldn't tell how it got there, but it was definitely not there when she had left. None of the regular guards would have added it.
All she knew was that it was comforting and warm.