Shoes and Papers
A/N: Look, two for one! I have decided the hell with the unreadable notes. I'll just leave that bit out. Meh.
+Shoes and Paper
Elisabeth gave a relieved sigh as she toed off her shoes in the living room of the Circus of the Damned.
“I used to battle the hordes of hell in shoes like that. Ouch.” She commented with a rueful grin.
Asher looked between her dainty naked feet and the cold stone floor they had to cross to get to his room before shrugging and snatching the blonde woman up by the waist. She laughed as he strode through the dark tunnels with her tucked close to him.
“I can walk,” she protested.
“Your feet,” was all he said. He knew she had been cold all evening in nothing but a dress and a light jacket for outside. Yet it pleased him endlessly that she had braced short sleeves and a skirt for him.
She just laughed more. Asher was wondering how exactly he was going to open the door to his room without dropping his cargo when a pale hand came to his aid, opening it for him. He stepped inside, dumping Elisabeth on his bed rather crudely. He was forcing himself to not make anything sexual out of the situation, to do things at her pace. He wasn’t going to ruin a wonderful evening now.
Behind him, Damien closed the door he had previously opened for the other vampire and leaned against the wall. There was a folded sheet on heavy cream coloured paper in the breast pocked of his pale green shirt.
Elisabeth sent the newcomer a brilliant smile as she tucked her feet under her and pulled a light blanket from the foot end of the bed around her shoulders. Damien took step into the room and to his surprise, Asher found he didn’t mind the interruption. Their date was technically over anyway and…he didn’t mind Damien at all, if he was honest with himself. It was kind of funny. Before Elisabeth had caught both their attention, he had barely even noticed the red haired vampire. He was so… unassuming.
“I have finished the translation.”
It was quick, the flash of panic that flitted across Elisabeth’s face, but both vampires saw it. She didn’t want to know whatever it was that Damien was holding in his hands, the words written on her back in ink that was not going to fade. Ever.
But she was still going to find out because that’s just who she was. And Asher admired her for it.
“How bad is it?” She asked masking real fear with fake trepidation.
Damien picked up on it and simply shrugged. “The poetry was abysmal.”
She snorted. And just like that, the tension fled from her small frame and she held out a hand for the paper. “Well then, let’s just get this over with then, huh?”
“I’m afraid it’s still not complete though. The last rune on your back is not the end.”
Elisabeth waved him off. “Can’t be much missing now. My back’s almost full.”
She held out her hand. Damien handed her the folded sheet and leaned against a bed post, close but not touching. Asher mirrored his position. This, whatever it was that was written on the paper, wasn’t their fight. But they’d be there to help.