[ it's not illya's body rousing from bed that pulls her out of bed. she's slept through that enough times that she simply turns, a hand draping over her eyes to avoid the light she anticipates from the opening of the blinds. he always does that before he goes on a run, as if to wake himself up while getting dressed.
but the blinds don't open, and the dresser drawers don't open and shut, and so daisy sits up after a few moments, squinting into the dark just long enough to note the time blinking on an alarm clock across the room. it's still dark outside, still far too early for a run, and — is that the water running?
it's the combination of too many small curiosity that eventually pulls her out of bed. she doesn't bother to dress, just pads across the hallway and knocks on the closed bathroom door. ]
Hey, [ soft. quiet. there's no one else here, and yet. ] Illya?
a sad lil face for u
but the blinds don't open, and the dresser drawers don't open and shut, and so daisy sits up after a few moments, squinting into the dark just long enough to note the time blinking on an alarm clock across the room. it's still dark outside, still far too early for a run, and — is that the water running?
it's the combination of too many small curiosity that eventually pulls her out of bed. she doesn't bother to dress, just pads across the hallway and knocks on the closed bathroom door. ]
Hey, [ soft. quiet. there's no one else here, and yet. ] Illya?