Promises Made [Romana/Vasco blitz]

It was the first day that I’d told myself in weeks, that I’d let myself sleep. Curtains drawn to leave the room in the dark, long johns to free myself from the cold, and a heavy blanket up to my chin, I could feel the morning roll on after Emma slipped her way out of the door. Coffee lingered in the air, and it was vision of all that I’d wanted – a quiet that I’d denied myself for days. The perfection lasted all of twenty minutes, as such things are want to do. Because I’d planned poorly, and placed obligations overtop one another, I awoke to the sound of pounding on the door.

“Hijo de la chingada…” I whispered out, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The knocking paused, then continued, even after I’d put a pillow atop my head. I let out a low whine before throwing off the covers and ambling my way toward the front door. I tried to think of who I could’ve possibly promised an early morning to, when the last seven days had been spent at a break neck speed.

“What is it? What do you wa –“ I opened the door and paused, seeing little Romana. Still dressed in pajamas, with stubble on my chin, I looked back behind me and then to her. It was a moment in which you must suck all the anger and annoyance back into your throat, and flash a smile. It was, after all, my fault for not remembering that I’d promised Lordes that I’d travel with her to the market.

“… Ah. Yes. Romana. Come in. Please.”