kyrie is tired.

she knows well not to guilt herself for that, as tiredness is simply a part of life. but that knowledge doesn't help when she has no home, no distinct future, no brother at her side and those neighbors she spoke to so often are collectively trying to talk her out of being with the only man she finds stable ground with.

it would be fine if she could cover her ears and find herself in warm strong hug, forgetting about everything (even if only for a couple of minutes) but nero is often away these days.

they live in some apartment that stayed intact by nothing less than a miracle after all demon-invasion situation. and its okay, really. kyrie does her best to find comfort in new place and multiply it by ten, but she is tired.

yesterday she was invited to come to a new church of sparda. the old building was obviously off limits for regular people, but that didn't stop believers from creating annual gatherings and singing prayers. the thought should be warming and inspiring. kyrie can't find it in herself to participate.

nero tries to quietly slip into the bedroom at night. the important word here is "tries". he does not succeed in his goal. he smells like blood, gore, sweat and mud. kyrie rises in bed, looking at his dark silhouette in front of corridor lighting and hears how her boyfriend sighs in relief.

she goes back to her pillow and hears running water in the pipes. she is still tired, but nero is warm, his hair's damp, his heart's still beating, his lips touch every inch of her face and, smiling in a haze, she brings her arms round him.

she is tired but she knows it will go away eventually. praise sparda.

кирие пытается справиться со всем что произошло в дмк4