#i dont wanna seem like im woobifying the fell dragon LOL idk ijust like exploring the human side of them ig

[fellincantation]

1 am - drabble

Grima's studies felt like they were slamming into brick walls. She had taken several books from the library and found herself surrounded in her dorm room. Books littered the room and the air in it, pages open and turning as Grima skimmed each page. In one hand, she had a water flask and in another, she had a bar of candy. She'd taken to indulging in sweets when invested in her reading. Perhaps it was a habit that Robin held. Or it was one of Grima's own new habits. It was hard to differentiate as days passed.

That particular thought was another that plagued her. She was the vessel's true nature. The heart of Grima lay perfectly in their body and still the vessel fought. It fought until its final breath and watched as Grima forced them both onto the path of her resurrection. She had felt their shared heart split and die that day.

How many times had she been through this? How many times had she returned back in time to ensure her rebirth? How many times did she kill the prince? Time travel had muddled the dragon's mind. Every decision made broke off a new thread of fate. Where would this one lead? Had Grima been here before and if so, what had she forgotten?

The thoughts were too much. Grima let all the floating books clatter to the ground with several loud thumps. She had already encountered Owain. Why was he there? What made this timeline any different than the last Grima had come from?

She put her drink and snacks down before heading over to her bed. She was quick to lay back in bed. As she did, she stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Loneliness? Love? What right do any of them have to speak to me about such things?" The fell dragon whispered into the night. It made her angry. Angry beyond belief. What didn't make her angry? Her entire being festered with rage and hatred constantly and when it didn't all that was left was an exhausting emptiness. It was too much and she reached her first breaking point of the night. She began to kick and huff, writhing in her bed. She didn't care to think about her neighbours as she did. If they could hear the movements she was making somehow then she would face the consequences later. The more she kicked the more upset she became. Pulling on her hair she squeezed the magical restraints on her aura tighter around herself until she collapsed onto her bed once more, wheezing from the strain.

What was wrong with her vessel? What was wrong with her? Being treated as a person was awful. When Grima had to do it during the war it was easy. They had little to no trouble but extended use in their body was proving difficult. Was Robin fighting back? It had to be the case if she felt so awful.

"This is my vessel. You don't exist, you fool. Let it go." She hissed quietly, just loud enough for her to hear herself. She was met with a deafening silence. Of course, what would Robin have to say to her? How would she speak? There was nobody there but Grima herself. Robin was gone and Grima had ensured that.

Her shaking breaths only got worse as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Was she crying? No. That couldn't be it. Her vessel was the one weeping. Even then it was just a single tear but that was one tear too many. She had to have total control over her body and if the emotions of the dead vessel were overtaking her then what would happen if it became worse as time passed? Would she be able to hold herself together? Would she discard it completely and have to enact her revenge immediately?

Her thoughts were nearly wiped away completely as a heavy exhaustion set in. She was lightheaded. Incredibly lightheaded. Unconsciousness approached swiftly and soon the dragon was out like a light.

Goodnight, Grima.