03-19-2020, 01:01 AM
Normally, Nikolai was a worker or endless energy. Following a whirlwind tour through South America, the shifting of numerous time zones, and the flexing of power in a way unwielded in twenty-five years, he was gladly stretched upon a bed in his jet. His stay in Tokyo was cut short, supposedly by the ramifications of the earthquake, but in reality, he couldn’t sustain the public eye without rest. When his appearance was commented upon by a member of the media corps, Leonid called an end to the interviews and Nikolai was promptly swept from the spotlight. It couldn’t become known that the Ascendancy was struggling.
Stretched on his back with hands behind his head, he was staring at the ceiling. The weight of his body sank into the mattress, but despite the fatigue, he wasn’t sleepy. Information about the tsunamis rushed his mind. Drowned souls were swept away with almost no notice in a part of the world where the blare of alarms could not save them.
He let his lids fall to calm quiet. The million deaths weren’t inflicted by Nikolai’s hands. The tsunami did that. The reckless lives on literal sand was a poor foundation of safety. He didn’t tell people to build huts on sand. He didn’t tell countries to not invest in emergency procedure systems. He didn’t sweep the waves through their lives. They did that on their own. They jumped into their own watery grave; a sacrifice to be sure. He wasn’t oblivious to reality, but he could rest well. A tragedy, but it wasn’t his fault. So many more would be saved. Sleep drifted…
Then a jolt awake. He only accepted the call because it was from Evelyn.
Stretched on his back with hands behind his head, he was staring at the ceiling. The weight of his body sank into the mattress, but despite the fatigue, he wasn’t sleepy. Information about the tsunamis rushed his mind. Drowned souls were swept away with almost no notice in a part of the world where the blare of alarms could not save them.
He let his lids fall to calm quiet. The million deaths weren’t inflicted by Nikolai’s hands. The tsunami did that. The reckless lives on literal sand was a poor foundation of safety. He didn’t tell people to build huts on sand. He didn’t tell countries to not invest in emergency procedure systems. He didn’t sweep the waves through their lives. They did that on their own. They jumped into their own watery grave; a sacrifice to be sure. He wasn’t oblivious to reality, but he could rest well. A tragedy, but it wasn’t his fault. So many more would be saved. Sleep drifted…
Then a jolt awake. He only accepted the call because it was from Evelyn.