10-07-2017, 08:05 PM
Crim remembered the night clearly when her parent fell to the Infection. They had never been close, but it hurt all the same. It wasn’t something she liked to think about. She actually wasn’t sure how long ago it had been. She'd never been good at keeping track of time. Though she’d always been somewhat of an insomniac, her aversion to sleep only grew stronger after that event. It borderlined on a phobia— a constant fear that if she slept for too long, she may never wake up again. When she was particularly exhausted, she made sure to take enough toxic mushrooms to render her sleep dreamless. It probably wasn’t healthy, but it was worth avoiding Infection. She stared down at her nail, antennae twitching as she heard a faint rustle. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Vespa shift slightly, but wasn’t sure if he was still asleep. “….You awake?” She whispered quietly, not expecting an answer.