For: HayatexBlade
Prompt: Eilanya, Nipa visits and Sanya gets jealous at how close she an Eila are.
When Eila goes to sleep that night she wonders if Sanya will slip in like usual. She worries that she won't.
Their fight was bad, far worse than any others they've had in the past, and Eila already regrets everything she said. She wishes she could apologize, but Sanya's already thousands of kilometers in the sky, and she won't be coming down for a few hours yet.
Eila rolls over in her bed and stares at Nipa's sleeping back in the cot on the other side of the room. She wonders if she'll get any sleep tonight.
When Nipa came to visit that weekend, both Eila and Sanya were excited, though the degrees and visibility were quite different. Sanya's glee was hardly contained, but Eila simply shrugged and joked that she had better get some salmiakki.
Their reunion was filled with hugs (on Sanya's part) and teasing comments (from Eila), but when Nipa pulled Eila into a quick embrace, Sanya's expression instantly contorted into one of displeasure. It returned to normal before anyone could do a double-take.
On that first night, Eila and Nipa sat next to each other at dinner, chatting happily in Suomish. Sanya watched from her seat on the table's other side, the pout on her face growing larger with each second. The meal was only half way over (Lynne and Yoshika had just sat down) when she stood suddenly, claiming that she needed a nap before she went on patrol.
The others let her go, varying degrees of confusion on their faces.
When Eila rolls over again, she lets out a deep sigh. It's still pitch black in the room, so she knows Sanya should still be on-duty, but her bed feels empty.
She twists and turns again a few more times, and when she finally settles down, she notices Nipa staring at her from across the room, her eyes almost glowing in the darkness.
"I'm sorry," she says, and Eila winces at how loud her voice sounds.
"It's…" Eila begins, wanting to finish with "not your fault" but painfully aware that she does somewhat blame her. Nipa's eyes bob in what Eila assumes is a nod, and Eila knows that she understands.
"She means a lot to you," Nipa plainly states. Her eyes look neither sad nor teasing.
Eila nods in the blackness, but, realizing the lighting, lamely responds, "Yeah."
"Good luck."
Eila isn't sure if Nipa is talking about making up after the fight or the future Eila hopes they still have.
When Sanya first raised her voice, a nagging alarm went off in the back of Eila's mind, warning her to stay calm, to not respond. Her mouth and her brain weren't known for their close relationship.
Her own voice rose to the challenge and before long, she and Sanya were screaming at each other in their room, just like they had a few weeks ago. By the time Nipa walked in, Sanya was rushing out, tears tracing paths on her cheeks.
Eila felt like she had just punched herself in the stomach.
You're always playing around!
Our relationship is none of your business!
We're all witches, aren't we?
Someone from Orussia wouldn't understand!
Words bounced around the inside of her skull like a heavy clapper on the dull sound ring of a bell. Indignation drained out of her as regret washed in, and she dropped to her bed, groaning.
Nipa stared at her in sympathy. "Shouldn't you go after her?"
"She's on-duty," Eila answered curtly. "And I don't think she wants to see me right now anyway," she muttered.
"Maybe it'll be better tomorrow?" Nipa said uneasily. She obviously worried that she was at fault.
"Maybe," Eila agreed, rolling over, but in her mind, she was banging her head against the nearest wall.
When Eila wakes suddenly in the middle of the night, she's surprised that she managed to get to sleep. She's also shocked to find another body on her bed, curled up on the very edge as if it's not sure if it's welcome there.
Eila smiles and throws her blanket over the extra body, before pulling it closer to the center of the bed.
"Did I wake you?" Sanya asks, groggily blinking at Eila.
Shaking her head in response, Eila makes sure the blanket is properly covering both of them. "I'm sorry," she blurts out.
Sanya takes her turn shaking her head. "I'm sorry I got jealous."
In just a few moments of their looking at each other, they both start laughing, forgetting the caustic words they threw at each other hours before. They know their chuckles will wake the whole base if they keep going, but right now, they're just too happy to care.
When they see Nipa off tomorrow morning, there won't be any hard feelings or bitter emotions. They'll say goodbye like old friends (Sanya will discreetly apologize), and they'll eagerly await their next meeting.
And when Eila goes to sleep that night, she won't worry that Sanya won't slip into her bed.
A/N: Warning: tense changes like woah. Also, holy crap, that's a lot of proper nouns.
It's really about time I got this one done; I've had it for at least a couple of months. Eilanya is usually so easy to write, too.