Kanaya stared up at the seemingly endless blue sky, basking in its warmth. Even as a rainbow drinker she found the sunlight comforting, like an old friend. She was sprawled in the grass, skirts be damned, and she turned her head in an almost lazy fashion to gaze at her matesprit.

Rose was sitting elegantly, as always, turned slightly to the side with her ankles crossed. Her focus was entirely on the book in her lap, and her violet eyes scanned the text with an unbreakable concentration. Even so, Kanaya knew for a fact that Rose would hear everything she said and could carry on entire conversations without ever once looking up from the pages of her novel.

But suddenly that piercing gaze was on her, and black lips curved into a smile.

"What?" She asks, pushing a strand of white blonde hair behind her ear.

Kanaya's returning smile was relaxed, "nothing."

She laughed a bit and closed her book, carefully marking her page. She stood up with a flourish and held out her hand. An invitation, one Kanaya gladly accepted. She allowed herself to be pulled up and along into

A blazing fire. Blood and carnage surrounded her on all sides and she turned desperately, searching as she screamed "ROSE!" Over and over again until it felt as though her throat was scratched and ruined beyond use. She saw her, finally, bloody and broken and running toward her, eyes desperate when

"NO!"

Kanaya screamed as the blade is driven through her body, red blood pouring from the wound and once bright violet eyes dimming and

Wake up.

Kanaya gasps awake, clutching at her chest.

She's gone, Rose is gone and there's nothing she can do.

The unforgiving mantra is on a loop, repeating over and over in her head as she stumbles out of the bedroom. She claws at the walls for purchase, the walls of her apartment on a new planet but Rose-oh gog Rose

"Kanaya?"

Said troll turns to see her, perched on the bench attached to the window sill, an alcove made specifically for reading. A novel is perched on her lap, balanced in one hand while the other holds a mug of what is almost certainly green tea. Her bewilderment and confusion is written plainly across her features, violet eyes puzzled.

"Rose," Kanaya breathes out, rushing towards her. She practically collapses on top of her lap, sinking to her knees on the floor as she wraps her arms tightly around her matesprits waist. She's crushing the pages of the book, and Rose set down her tea by her feet in her haste to not spill it but she doesn't care because Rose is ALIVE.

She makes nonsensical shushing noises at her as she strokes her hair. "It's alright Kanaya darling, it was just a nightmare."

It was just a nightmare. Rose is okay.

If they stay like that for the rest of the night refusing to let go, that's okay to.