In the Dark
A/N: Thanks, guys. This chapter is neither here no there, imho, but it'll have to do. But there're more answers. And I can now definitely say that I'm getting close to an end. Like this close. :)
+In the Dark
She stayed until the early morning hours. Dawn was creeping close and making his limbs heavy when she finally succumbed to sleep and sunk down in his bed. They had relocated to his bedroom at one point to avoid being disturbed while they talked about so many things.
They had been careful to stay away from any painful topics at first but then a small anecdote of Elisabeth’s sister had wormed its way into their conversation and for the first time in centuries, Asher had spoken of the good things he had lived through with Julianna and Jean-Claude, the tiny moments he had almost forgotten. And she had in turn told him about her friends and her youth in a world very different from his.
He had never talked to anyone like this before. Without point or reason, just letting the words and stories flow from his mouth to her ears. It was a strangely satisfying feeling. Satisfying enough that he remained sitting quietly at the foot end of the bed as she drifted off to sleep, or at least something like it. There was still a tenseness to her body that let him know that she was not truly sleeping. Resting, but not sleeping. That would have been a foolish show of trust he hadn’t earned.
He was still surprised to look up at her face and find her staring at him with her strange green eyes.
“What time is it?” She asked.
He didn’t need a watch to answer, “Dawn.”
She sat up quickly. “Damn.”
He gave her a questioning gaze, too tired to do anything more. She caught the gaze and explained, “There’s no way I can make it home, take a shower, eat, dress and get to school on time.”
For a moment he frowned, thinking quickly before he offered, “You can shower here while I find you some fresh clothes to wear. That should you leave time to grab food on the way to school.”
Her nose scrunched up in contemplation for a moment. It was a motion that enchanted Asher completely because it was so unguarded. It was natural. Not the girl she pretended to be, nor the cold warrior. It was real. Then she nodded.
Half an hour later they met up again in Asher’s bedroom. Elisabeth was wearing only her underwear and a towel wrapped around her torso. Her hair was still damp and there was no trace of makeup on her face.
He put the things he had found on the bed, making a point of staying on the other side of it as he watched her dump her own clothes. She took a quick look at what he’d brought her before dropping the towel and shimmying back into her jeans. The shirt she pulled on belonged to Cherry and was simple black and long sleeved. It almost fit. She tied her hair back in a ponytail before pulling the light blue button up on. It was Jason’s. She rolled up the sleeves and did up the two buttons in the middle before turning to Asher with a little smile.
“Thanks,” she offered and there was more behind it than just that. He had noticed that she always seemed to wear more clothes than anyone else, as if she was constantly cold and had brought her enough clothes to keep her warm.
Still, “Why do you wear so much?”
“I…” she hesitated and he knew that he had unwittingly asked one of the questions they had avoided all night. Then she straightened slightly, coming to a decision. “When I was in my early twenties a friend cast a spell that was supposed to make more of my kind. It backfired. Instead of linking more people to the source of my power, all the power ripped through me and somehow made me the source. Almost killed me, too. When I woke up my hair was like this,” she tugged on a white lock with an unhappy look on her face, “And I was always cold. It’s gotten better with time, but I’m never really warm.”
She shrugged as she stuffed her dirty shirt and sweater into her school bag and grabbed the eyeliner and lip gloss Asher had also nicked from Jason’s room before disappearing back into the bathroom.
I'm going somewhere tomorrow.