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Fig let out a grunt of exertion as she pulled herself up by one of the gaudy crenulations onto the second floor of the manor, almost slipping off the flower pot she’d used to lift herself up.
Crouching for a minute to catch her breath, Fig grasped the cold stone behind her for balance, before shuffling down the side of the building, peeking into each window as she passed, thanking the Gods for darksight as she did.
This was supposed to be the easy part, simply go pick up Adaine and bring her back to the rest of the Bad Kids, of course, the plan to just throw stones at her window to get attention had fallen apart when she arrived.
The major flaw in that idea was the slight problem that she didn’t know which window was Adaine’s.
It was an obvious thing that they should have considered, given that none of them had actually visited the Abernant manor, Adaine not relishing the thought of subjecting them to her parents.
Fig’s immediate thought was to simply text Adaine and ask which room she lived in.
That was, of course, stupid: as the whole reason that she was here was that Adaine wasn’t answering her crystal.
Not for any bad reason, Fig kept reminding herself, it was late and she was probably just asleep.
But that still left the problem of having to look in every single room, the search was making Fig very grateful for her years as a cheerleader, she would not like to attempt this pitch black, awkward trapeze act otherwise.
Eventually, Fig peered in a window and saw a familiar shock of brilliant gold hair spread out messily on a pillow around a sleeping face.
As much as she had known nothing was wrong, seeing Adaine asleep, peaceful and unharmed loosened something in her chest as she let out a sigh of relief before gently knocking at the glass, rapping slightly harder the second time when Adaine was not woken.
“Adaine!” She hissed, knocking harder at the glass, as loud as she dared until, eventually, Adaine shot up in bed, raising her hands towards the window, brilliant blue light springing to life, intertwining in her fingers before she dropped it upon seeing Fig.
With a look of confusion, then panic, Adaine jumped out of bed, grabbing her glasses from the table next to her and pulling them on, askew, before unlocking the window and pulling it open.
“What’s wrong?” her voice was barely above a whisper but it was filled with worry and concern, Fig feeling a twinge of guilt knowing that she’d caused that.
“Nothing, we’re fine,” she hurried to reassure Adaine.
“We’ve got a thing though, we did text you but you… y’know, were asleep, so I came to get you. Also, can I come in? It’s really awkward crouching here,”
“Oh, sorry,” Adaine’s body relaxed and she stepped back, gesturing for Fig to come in, as she did Fig noticed that Adaine’s eyes were red.
“I erhm, i don’t have my crystal at the minute,”
“What, why?”
“Confiscated,” Adaine didn’t meet Fig’s eyes.
“Are you ok?” asked Fig, taking in Adaine’s exhausted (and not the ‘it’s three a.m.’ kinda exhausted) expression, the sagging way she stood, like she wanted to curl into a ball.
“Yeah, yeah, I don’t keep anything important on there,”
That hadn’t been what Fig was asking about but Adaine didn’t give her a chance to follow up.
“So, um, what’re we dealing with tonight?”
“Zombies!” grinned Fig, not wanting Adaine to think she was pitying her.
“Fun, I’ll, uh, I’ll get dressed and then we can go?”
“Cool,” Fig replied, then a pause, and she grabbed Adaine’s arm, gently as she turned away, “hey, Adaine?”
“Yeah?” Adaine still didn’t look up but neither did she pull away.
“If you’re not up to dealing with this tonight… then-”
“I need to get out of here,” Adaine cut her off, looking up finally, with a look bordering on desperation.
“Ok. But you don’t have to go fighting the undead, no one will judge you if you just need to crash at one of our places,”
“No, I- I really need to kill something,” Adaine let out a bark of laughter which could almost be a sob, “or re-kill something I guess,” she looked up again, her eyes softer but equally tired, “thank you though,”
“Any time,” Fig grinned, then her smile went as she looked down.
“That’s my top!” She exclaimed in surprise, noticing the slightly tattered, oversized tee for the first time, it was one Adaine had borrowed once, when she spent the night at Fig’s after a fight with her parents.
Adaine blushed brightly and her hands played with the frayed hem of the black shirt which displayed the logo of ‘The Rotting Troll,’ a large skull covered in fungi and bugs.
“Y-yeah, sorry, d-do you want it back?”
“No, no!” Fig shook her head, “No, I said you could keep it I just… I never saw you wearing it, I figured you didn’t like it?”
“I… I like wearing it where I need it…” she still hadn’t looked back up at Fig but her blush was still very visible.
“If you liked it you should have told me, I would’ve bought a bunch for you!” Fig laughed, as quietly as she could, struck again, as she was the first time Adaine had worn this shirt, by just how cute she looked wearing Fig’s borrowed clothes.
Adaine looked up, her face amused, still embarrassed but smiling softly.
“I don’t like it because of the design Fig,”
“No?”
“No! I like it because it reminds me of you,”
“Oh,” now it was Fig’s turn to blush.
“Reminds me at night that not everyone’s shitty,”
“I’m flattered,”
“Shut up!” Adaine grinned and shoved Fig’s shoulder playfully.
“But we should probably get going, y’know, zombies,”
“Right, right yeah, good idea,”
“So could you… um?” Adaine motioned for Fig to turn around.
“Oh, of course, yeah,” Fig dutifully spun and heard rustling coming from the room behind her for a few minutes before, finally,
“Ok, ready, let’s go,” Fig turned to see Adaine already walking to the window, clad in her usual school uniform-esque get up, deep blue skirt and blazer with a white button up shirt.
“Adaine!” She whisper-yelled, making the other girl stop, looking shocked as if she was being reprimanded.
“It is freezing out there!”
“Well, I don’t really have anything else, and all the coats are downstairs, what can I do?”
Fig rolled her eyes, one day, she swore she would get Adaine a closet full of obnoxiously cosy clothes.
“Well, at least wear this,” She shrugged off her leather jacket and tossed it to Adaine who caught it.
“What about you?”
“I’m a Tiefling, I’ll be fine.”
“I mean, if you’re sure, I don’-”
Fig sighed and paced to Adaine, taking her hands in hers.
“I’m sure, you’re not being a burden, yes I’m sure, no I don’t mind,”
Adaine let out a laugh at that,
“I’m that predictable?”
“When it comes to your reckless selflessness, yeah a bit,” Fig smirked back, “now let's go!”
Fig did find that her arms were a bit chilly when they got outside, but it was a small price to pay to see Adaine wrapped up in her jacket.
Yeah, Fig decided, she looks really cute in my clothes.