Why does it always rain on me
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      ”No, no, NO!” She hissed with her arms wrapped around her slender frame. Deep cold wind roared into the broken window glass and had successfully destroyed her lovely day. The warrior took one of her many duvets and elegantly jumped over to the window, but gave a small shriek as pain stabbed at the sole of her foot. Shattered pieces of the windows glinted on the floor, and the Lykoi woman threw many a curse under her breath. This was bloody fantastic. Two rodent faces had turned to her, but they were not amongst those who feasted on canine flesh. Stumbling down onto the bed, she studied her bleeding foot with morbid interest. Fingers did not tremble as they grabbed hold of the piece of glass and pulled it out of the underside of her foot without hesitation. More blood splattered on to the floor stained with glinting glass and invading snowflakes.

      
Then, a most peculiar sound reached sensitive ears through the heavy moan of the wind. Slowly, ruby orbs rose to the ceiling in time to see it try to get her. Rolling away and off the bed, the sound of splintering wood chased her. For a moment she believed her world had changed colour, and it took another moment for her to realize that her room was now full of snow and wooden splinters. Now this was wrong, this was too much. Stumbling to the door in a flash of white, brown and crimson, she opened it only to see one lonely rodent dart out of the escape path. Her initial aim had been to follow it, bleeding foot and all, but she remembered.. Her swords! Drawing a deep, torn breath, she turned, jumping on her one good foot and scanning the room for the blades. Oh, and the second rat, where was it? She had lost so much already—could not bear to lose more.

      
There was a sharp pain in her knees as she fell down on the floor, only to crawl through snow and wood, digging through them with desperate hands. ”WHERE ARE YOU!” she screamed, feeling her throat close with desperate worry for the rodent she knew was buried somewhere beneath white. This was madness.


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The snow he had watched from his broken window ceased to fall. Though in the morning he had watched it with some sense of adoration, now eyes had become sharper. Not only did it keep falling, but the blanket of white beneath him kept rising, and all the while the wind was howling something ferocious. This was not going to turn out well at all. Somewhere deep in his bones Silas knew that all this snow would spell out trouble. A sigh escaped past parted teeth, fogging the dirtied glass of the window pane. Shaking his head, Silas turned his back on the temporarily hidden view. It was not as if there was much to see anyways, besides endless white.

There was really nothing the coyotes of Inferni could do, except to wait it out. To venture out into the storm would be madness, Silas had realized. He had gone to the front porch and watched as the wind had begun to pick up. If he were to wander out of view of the mansion, he’d never find his way back; sense of smell be damned. The visibility was practically reduced to nothing. The mansion was their only refuge, now that they where there. He hoped that those who lived in the caves and elsewhere within the clan’s borders were safe as well; hoped their homes provided enough shelter from the storm.

He thanked his father for his blood as he moved around the corner of his bed, and came to rest in the maroon armchair. Though his mother had mixed in half of her coyote genes, Silas still clung to some of the Russian wolf blood that made him a true Russo. Regardless of the cold, he was doing somewhat well. Russia had prepared him for cold winters like this, plus father Rurik had passed on the dense undercoat to protect against harsh Arctic winters, despite his mother’s influence in his streamlined frame, tapered muzzle, and larger ears. The denim jeans and black vest were present, as was the familiar blue bandana. In his apathy, Silas’ hair had grown longer than he usually let it, the fringe around his face having grown long enough to easily obscure his eyes if he did not care to push it out of the way. The young Scorpius regarded this for a moment, when fingers brushed the curtain of black from his face.

It was the sound that brought him so quickly to his feet a moment later. Though the aging mansion was known to groan and creak in the night, this noise was something entirely foreign to D’Neville and yet Silas had heard it before; this distinct sound of wood splintering under pressure, far louder that it should have been. It was something that brought back vague, distant memories of his time spent on various boats in the harbor the complex of Russo’s occupied. Just as the sound was alarming to the men then, Silas was sure something horrible had happened.

The door flew open and Silas rushed into the hallway, turning for the direction the sound had most obviously come from. He stomach churned when he realized where he was instinctively heading; was it because he knew the sound had come from here, or was it because he wanted to make sure she was okay? Or was it a horrible combination of the two?

Her door was only ajar, but the damage was already showing. The ceiling overhead was cracked, and the wood of the doorway was split. The Russian heaved himself at the door, pushing it inward to sweep over a carpet of frigid white, just as the Inferni princess’ voice rose into the air and was easily whisked away by the storm’s gusting winds.

Icy blue raced to access the scene before him, and stomach churned once more when the boy noticed that some of the white was decorated by the scarlet of blood. Halo had been injured! In mere seconds, he had flung himself next to the Triiari, a hand easily finding the dark cocoa of her back. "Are you okay? Halo, are you okay?!" The simple fact that she was crawling along the floor worried him. Perhaps she had been hit by the broken debris that now scattered her room. Silas wanted nothing more than to pull her away from this mess, but somehow there was determination in those ruby eyes that Silas did not understand. He didn’t realize she was looking for her precious rodents.


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300+ Not a great post :|
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      Fingers dug through cold white and hard brown, the snow and wood burying the rodent form. But where was it? Ruby eyes were wet with the stress she was experiencing. Physical pain was completely ignored as the mental agony demanded all of her attention. Oh, but she couldn’t find it. A voice drifted into her conscience, but she could not draw her crimson glare away from the heaps of snow and wood. Was she okay? Sure, sure—she couldn’t focus on herself right now; didn’t have the capability to split her attention while her pet was dying underneath the weight of whatever had come through the roof. Fingers were already numb, but it could not match the chill screaming inside her.

”I can’t find it!” she answered, feeling a sob closing in on her trembling tones. So much was wrong right now, also between the two of them. Her feelings for the Russian male had not changed, but she was so great at ruining everything that was good about her life. And now a little someone was suffocating under a blanket of cold and it was surely her fault. Standing alone, it was not the rodent itself that was so extremely horrible, but it was just the top of the iceberg. She didn’t want to deal with this shit anymore, but so many unfortunate obstacles were being thrown in her path and she just couldn’t deal anymore.

It took a moment longer for her to recognize the added pressure against her back. Slowly extinguishing the movement of her frozen hands, she managed to throw him a quick glance of watery cherry before continuing to search for the rodent, dead or dying. ”My pet..” Words were forced out between tight lips curling into an agonized grimace. ”I can’t find it.” She repeated herself, but didn’t notice. She did not know if Silas cared any about her strange hobby of working with her rodents, but it didn’t matter right now.

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Hope this is alright, my love! Let me know if I should change anything. And thanks for being so awesomely patient with me and my suckiness. <3 +3
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Despite all of the terror that surrounded this mess they had been tossed into, for a split second, icy blue found the dark cocoa where his hand had taken refuge and there was a warmth that blossomed in his chest that was entirely unfit for the current situation. A moment later the feeling was gone, and his hand left the place it longed to linger. The emotion in those rubies, the incredible desperate hurt, fueled the boy to move away from her. Both chocolate hands went out before him, digging into the blanket of white that had fallen to obscure the princess’ room. The question of the crimson stained snow still remained a mystery, but Silas knew he would not be able to drag Halo away from her bedroom until her pet had been found, dead or alive. They wouldn’t leave anyone behind.

Hands searched frantically, blindly. The fabric of ripped denim had grown damp from kneeling in the snow, but the boy hardly noticed the small shivers as they rippled down his spine. Once again he was grateful for his genes, even if subconsciously. He wasn’t sure how they were going to be able to find her precious pet in this mess, but he pressed on anyhow. Pulling splintered wood and broken furniture from his path, Silas finally laid eyes on what he knew was their ticket out of this place. A hand reached out, fingers desperately reaching for the soft touch of damp fur beneath them.

When they curled around their prize, Silas turned and scrambled to Halo, reaching his other hand over her back so that he could wrap his arm around her waist. "I ‘ave eet, Halo. Let’s go," and he pulled at her to get her to rise from the floor and retreat from the room. Ice had yet to confirm if the small creature he held in one hand was alive or not, but it didn’t exactly matter to him until he knew Halo was alright. Once he managed to get her into the relative safety of the hallway, he could assess the true damage of this disaster; most importantly, whose blood had stained the pristine white.



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300+ shush, ducklove, i love you <3 your post was great!
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      While the young warrior failed at saving the creature she never had realized she valued so, the canine that had appeared beside her did not. Rubies sought for the damp, pelted form in Silas’ arms, but she felt better immediately. It was when she rose that she could focus on her physical pain. She felt generally sore, but she was not new to bruises. One did not become a dedicated fighter if one feared getting hurt. What bothered the woman most was the vibrant flames licking the open wound under her foot. But Silas was there with a supporting arm wrapped around her waist. He was really here!

      She thought of her swords and felt her heart ache, but with the discovery of the rodent, she had managed to calm down some, and would not turn around and demand that they were to find more items she saw as valuable. Depths or crimson flickered to the rodent in the man’s hand, though she did not reach for it to take it from him. Did she still consider the rodent as items? Or did she actually possess some compassion? She treaded very lightly on the foot where the glass had cut through her skin, but the pain radiated up through the nerves in her entire leg for every step she took. The sole of her foot was surely on fire.

      But this scene could be much worse, and the female leaned against the male with the ice blue eyes, comforted by his mere presence. She wanted to embrace him, bury her face into his chest and listen to the rhythm of his kind heart. Instead she kept up the slow pace, exiting the room that had once been her home. She would mourn the loss of her sanctuary later. ”It happened so fast..” she spoke, tilting her face as she sought for the lovely distracting blue. Focus returned to the rodent in his hand, and she gently reached for it with fingers that still were stiff with the lack of blood circulation.

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Thank you, my dear! Here, have a tipsyAnna post! <333 +5
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Somehow it seemed as if the open door was miles away, and even after he had his arm around Halo, Silas could not seem to breach the relative security of the hallway. It wasn’t until they finally managed to maneuver out of the disaster of white that Silas realized it was in fact Halo’s blood that had stained the floor. He could tell that she was favoring the foot that had not been injured and his grip tightened around her waist, silently signaling that it was okay for her to bear more of her weight onto him. He wanted Halo to know that he would always be there for her if she ever needed him. Did she realize that?

Her words were soft, and Silas titled icy blue to find those rubies he so loved. He hated to see the hurt in them that was apparent now. Her sanctuary had been destroyed and he couldn’t even comprehend that. Meanwhile, the wind was howling just a ferociously as it had before, and as Silas cast his gaze back towards her doorway, he watched as the dusty white had continued its way after them. It was as if the storm didn’t want to settle with the fact that they had been able to get away from its grasp; as if it was chasing them. "I know," he cooed, though he hadn’t known. After all, he had been secure in his room when her walls had come crashing down. Why couldn’t it have been him?

"Are you alright, Halo?" Ice moved from the harmony of crimson and cream, to fall to the floor in search of her injury. However, her hand moved from her side and beckoned his, wanting to receive the small creature he still held in his grasp. He had almost forgotten about it, but easily held out his palm and handed the rat over. He knew that she was worried and upset about her pet, but Silas was worried about her. "Your foot, does eet hurt much? A second later, though, he wished he could revise his words. Did he seem cruel for not asking her about her pet? Ice went to the damp ball of fur, brows furrowing in curious concentration. "Do you theenk eet vill be okay?"

Now that they were relatively safe in the hallway (or so he hoped) Silas wanted to bring Halo away and into his room, so he might set her in the armchair and take a good look at her foot. Somehow he wasn’t sure what to do. She longed for her rat, so he would give her the chance to look over him. Perhaps after she would let him look at her wound. For now things were alright, for the girl he loved dearly was at his side and she would be alright. Despite its best efforts, the storm had not robbed him of the Inferni princess.

Though he was not consciously aware of it, the young Russian’s mind was already turning the cogs. If the girl’s room had been destroyed, where would she find refuge now? He would entertain thoughts of her staying with him later, but for now the boy’s attention was focused solely on her.

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      The woman did not wish to see the destruction behind them. She had always loved that room, but now it was history. But eyes desired what she did not, and her rubies peered past the Russian and toward the motes of white that attempted to follow through the open door and into the hallway. Her frown was a saddened one, and her fingers curled firmly around the cold form in her palms. Was she too late? The body should have been warm with fur like silk. But the thing she held was damp and wet, though she decided despite frozen fingers that there was a pulsing beat beneath fur and flesh. Things could have turned worse than this, and the red eyed princess felt a flow of rare relief settle with her. They were all right, and the one she adored more than anything remained with her. Was it strange to think that she would be safe as long as he was near?

      
He asked if she was all right, but she did not wish to grant him the genuine truth. It was a difficult question anyway, because everything did in fact feel better in his presence. Pain stabbed ruthlessly through the sole of her injured foot and up, but aside from that she was definitely all right. The rodent in her hands was saved. Though.. How deep was that red oozing cut under her foot? ”It hurts a bit,” she admitted, modest in her confession. She did not wish to test it by adding weight on her leg. Perhaps she should have someone take a look at it, though she was uncertain who would be skilled enough to do something about the injury. As long as the bleeding stopped, she would be happy. Red drops had followed them from the room, but she had bled before and would again. It was the colour that made the blood loss seem much worse, so she refused to worry about the trail she had left.

      
A tender finger stroke along the unconscious rodent’s damp fur. ”I think so,” she half smiled, looking up to her pet’s saviour. Most of Inferni’s members loathed the Triarii’s little pets, but he had never expressed displeasure or disgust around them. She appreciated that. But what was she going to do now? The girl let some more of her weight over on him, seeking any excuse she got to remain close to his form. All she was good at was to destroy things, and she believed she had ruined what the two of them could have had. It was her fault; she could not let the past rest. It was that ugly fear, but Silas remained regardless. She did not want him to go now, even if she was safe from the violent weather. ”You saved us,” a smile embraced her face then, softened by pleasant emotion he stirred in her.

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Word Count → 666 :: One day we will actually have a thread together that is not a bajillion months old when it is finished! Hahaha. <333 Also, please tell me if you'd like all of that PP changed! I just wanted to move things forward. Alsoalso, this post has 666 words. :o

He hadn’t saved her. Not really. Sure he had been the one to eventually find her precious pet, but had he not been there, Halo would have eventually discovered the limp little body covered by the blanket of white. She would have been able to pull herself out of the remnants of her room, and life would have gone on. He had not saved her. He had only acted as a catalyst to remove her from the white prison faster. Still, he appreciated the sincerity in her voice and could not help but smile down towards the rubies that sought his face. All he wanted was to save her, to protect her, but over the months he had realized that Halo was perhaps too independent and strong for someone like Silas to save. Despite his desperate need to care for her, maybe he wasn’t strong enough for her. His generally gentle demeanor did not seem to fit into her Inferni life, or so he sometimes thought. Perhaps he needed to adapt. He didn’t want to lose more moments like this. He truly did want Halo in his arms forever.

"Here, let’s get you somevhere nice and varm," he said to her, hugging her form closer to him. Now that both of his palms were free, since Halo had retrieved the small form of her rodent, in a fleeting decision Silas scooped up the princess into his arms so that she wouldn’t have to walk. He could tell that the small trek out of the disastrous bedroom had been painful for her, and he didn’t want her to have to walk any further. He hoped she didn’t mind, but truthfully it made him feel somehow heroic to be holding her that way. He didn’t really believe he had saved her as she had said, but in this moment it was nice to fantasize that he had. "Ve can get somezhing for zhe little guy, too."

The journey down the hallway to his bedroom only took a few moments, and the young Russian brushed open the door to lead them inside. He went straight for the maroon colored arm chair, where he gently let Halo free from his arms to settle her onto the cushion. Her foot looked as if it might need medical attention, but Silas himself did not know enough to treat it. Perhaps another one of Inferni’s members might be able to fix up some sort of remedy.

Kneeling onto the hard wood floor before her, fingers went to the back of his head to release the knot of the blue bandana. It easily fell away from his face, letting some of the dark strands fall in front of icy eyes. "Here Halo, you should keep ‘im varm," a hand outstretched to offer the bandana as a makeshift blanket for the rat. With that, a palm moved towards her foot, gently lifting it so that he might see her wound better. It did not look as if there was anything lodged in it, so he assumed it would be best to wrap it to prevent it from bleeding more, at least until someone else could care for it properly. "Ees anyone een zhe mansion a medic?" Halo had been in Inferni longer than Silas had and was further in hierarchy than him. He figured if anyone might know who best to treat her, he figured it would be Halo.

In the meantime, the boy went to the chest by the door and opened it to reveal a stash of random odds and ends. Some were things he himself had collected, and others had been present in the chest before he had claimed it as his own. He reached for fabric, some tattered remnant of sheets, and tore away a strip he could use for Halo’s foot. It only took a moment for the Russian to turn and kneel again, before he began to gingerly wrap the fabric around the wound to staunch any remaining bleeding.

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       Ruby hues widened as she was scooped up into his arms, but she made no attempt to fight it. She wouldn’t have to walk on her red weeping foot anymore, and everything this male did was acceptable to her. She was immediately conscious of how this had to look in the eyes of others, but they were alone and although she was the dependable and strong warrior of Inferni, she was still a female that appreciated the compassion shown by the person she adored most in the world. When the brief moment of surprise faded, she had to smile as she leant her cheek against the hard warmth of the Russian’s collarbone.

      
The rodent remained cuddled up in her hands, but she was less focused on the small life now and more on the multihued male carrying her down the hallway and to his bedroom. They had seen little of each other’s rooms and the images jumping to her mind included the wolf Mati and the scene the clan woman had managed to stir up as she had completely misinterpreted the scene. It was a good memory, sort of, because it had led to an interesting interaction between the two that had completely surprised her back then. She was not as uncertain of herself anymore as she had been back then, but things were still broken because of her.

      
Once she was put down in the maroon chair, she grimaced slightly at his offer to use his bandana to warm up the cold rodent. It was a lovely gesture and she accepted with a soft ”Thank you.” She did not like feeling useless like this, to have the kind male do all of this for her. She was accustomed to complete independence. Perhaps to a point where it could almost be considered a weakness. But it was Silas and she should just be happy he was here for her. And she was; she definitely was. She remained still as he investigated the injured foot, and had to think when he asked if there was a medic in the mansion. ”I think Enkiel is.. he lives in the guesthouse,” But she was not certain of this.

      
She did her best to push her full attention over to the rodent as the other optime moved and started to bandage her foot after retrieving some cloth. The extra amount of stabbing pain from the gentle pressure was impressive to say the least, but she did not want to writhe and squirm in the presence of this individual. Her breath turned sharp and strained to be sure, but that was all she was willing to give. The little creature cradled in her lap stirred, and the fact that her room was ruined was not so unbearable anymore. Rubies turned to the male’s handsome face, warm and lingering.

      
”You're.. you’re such a kind person. You didn’t have to do all this..” Oh, if she just had known how to put her feelings into words. But it was difficult for her, and she didn’t know how she could reveal to Silas just how much this meant to her. And even more difficult: how much he meant to her.

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Word Count → 348 :: I figured I could run it by Mel and we might use NPC Enkiel to come treat her foot really fast; does that work?

As Silas had moved to the chest to retrieve something to wrap her foot with, Halo had revealed the name of one of the clan’s members who knew something of the medical field. Enkiel lived in the guesthouse, and Silas could only hope that if he called for him, the young jackal would be able to make it over to the mansion in this fierce snow storm. He stepped to the door frame of his bedroom then, nodding in response to Halo’s words and calling out for help. He doubted his call would reach much farther than within the mansion, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt to try. Maybe someone was in the mansion that could help her, and if not, Silas would go and retrieve someone who could, even if that meant fighting his way through the snow to find Enkiel.

From the door frame Silas had moved back inside his room, kneeling before Halo so that he could wrap her foot. The sharp intake of breath alerted the Russian that the pain was still fresh and throbbing in her wound, and blackened ears fell just a fraction closer to his skull. Though he knew it was probably best to keep her foot wrapped, he felt bad for inflicting any more pain onto her. "Sorry," he murmured quietly, icy blue jumping from her face and down to her foot, his fingers winding around to tuck the remainder of the fabric into the folds so that it would not come undone.

Surprise from her words brought the boy’s gaze back to hers. He could feel the corners of his mouth turning into a smile, and he nodded his head slowly, "Yes, I deed. I promised you, Halo, zhat I vould alvays take care of you, and I meant eet." A fully blossomed smile appeared then, and he hoped it would reassure that princess that everything was going to be alright.

Just then, Silas heard the sound of hurried footsteps racing up the stairs, and he wondered if perhaps his call for help had been successful in alerting someone.

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       She shook her head when he apologized. It was not his fault and he did his best to wrap the cloth gently around her foot—he had nothing to apologize for. She was grateful for the creature in her hands, for it gave her something to do other than mindless fiddling. Now when the urgency of the previous scene was gone, she felt slightly out of place here together with him. But there was no other place she wanted to be either. She simply remained uncertain of how to properly act around him. She set restrictions on herself and she hated it, but it was because she cared so greatly for the blue eyed canine currently with her. Silas was the first and only male that had caused genuine, heart-melting affection to burn in her chest, and she was unaccustomed to not having control.

      
She felt the unfamiliar sensation of blush lightly touching her cheeks when he smiled at her and repeated words that he had long ago. Relief and silent shame filled her. All she could do was to ponder how this could be—how little she deserved such a caring friend. The emotional strain could perhaps be noticed in her face, as she struggled to think of a response that wouldn’t be too pathetic. There was a lump in her throat that just continued to grow. No creature was perfect, but Silas was so goddamn close. The woman tried to smile, and while the curved line on her lips was genuine, it was at the same time forced. She was disappointed at the sound of approaching steps, for she didn’t like the thought of sharing the Russian’s presence with anyone, no matter the situation they were in.

      
Ruby gaze reluctantly abandoned the male she loved as she greeted her half-sibling. ”I cut my foot on a shard of glass,” she explained, using a hand to gesticulate toward the foot that Silas had bandaged. Her capable brother nodded and did not hesitate as he crouched next to the Russian male. After quickly investigating the wound, the male ensured her that it was nothing serious and that the wound wasn’t deep enough to prove to be a big problem. The Lykoi woman only nodded and accepted, for he was one of the few in the clan that she carried genuine respect for. He knew what he was doing and knew it well, and she would follow his instructions without questions.

      
With a new bandage wrapped around her injured foot, there was little reason for Enkiel to linger, and so he didn’t, offering little more than a cool farewell and a nod as she expressed her gratitude before he departed. Turning her focus back to the Russian, she felt the uncertainty return immediately. She could always express more gratitude for his actions, but she didn’t want to continue repeating herself. ”I think I will have to wait a bit before I’ll try to repair the roof,” she spoke, trying to make a joke out of it. In truth she had no intention to continue to stay in that place. It had not particularly bothered her in general, but her bedroom was full of memories she did not want to live with. The mansion was large and she didn’t own many things, so it would be a small deal to pick a new bedroom and move. Perhaps she could find a room even closer to this one.

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The footsteps resulted in the arrival of Enkiel who, right away, went to Halo’s side to examine her foot. While the capable medic tended to the wound, Silas found himself feeling rather apprehensive, and the male paced from the doorway over to where the armchair was situated, and back again. He knew that her injury wasn’t serious and that she would be alright in the end, but somehow Silas could not be still until Halo was taken care of. He hated that he didn’t have the knowledge to tend to her wound, but he tried to reassure himself that it didn’t matter, since he had been successful in alerting Enkiel to the situation regardless.

When the medic was finished, Silas offered his thanks for a job well done and such a prompt response. Now that Enkiel had dismissed himself, Silas was able to allow himself to sit, and moved over to take a seat on his bed. The bandage that now adorned Halo’s foot looked much cleaner and about ten times more professional, but Silas barely acknowledged the small hint of envy that flared. He was glad the princess was alright, and did not want to acknowledge what could have happened if Halo had been caught by some of the falling debris like her poor rodent had.

"You should let your foot rest," he responded, nodding in agreement. In truth, he didn’t want Halo to repair the roof at all, for several reasons; it scared him to think of the girl traipsing around D’Neville’s rooftop which was so high up, and he didn’t want her to have to leave his room. This, of course, sparked an idea in the male, to which he couldn’t help but let the signs of a smile begin to blossom. "You can stay vith me until zhe storm ees over and your room ees fixed, eef you vant." Icy blue eyes were hopeful, and the Russian could only hope that she wouldn’t think of taking one of the other vacant rooms (for there were plenty). If anything, this was the perfect excuse to get her closer to him. He had missed her after their last awkward encounter, and it had left Silas wondering if he had done something wrong. Maybe this would be the opportunity to repair things. That is, if the Inferni princess agreed.


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       Silas’ continuous concern still warmed the princess forlorn heart, but as always, the always lingering uncertainty between the two of them sought to suffocate her. Things would never make sense in his presence, and perhaps that was secretly one of the many reasons why it was this male that her eyes loved to linger on. He had so many brilliant qualities, and the ones she had did not matter that much. She was a creature of war, and he was not. She wished she could be more like him, but she knew in her heart that she was not likely to manage to change to the better for him. She had never been a good little girl, and there was too much conflict within her to allow her to find peace.

      
But couldn’t they work through their issues? She knew that it was her that was holding them back. He still cared for her, didn’t he? His behaviour suggested nothing else, and the woman’s feeling for him had not changed despite these months of separation. She was a pathetic fool, but he could still be bothered to look at her. She nodded along with him. Rest was an overall effective remedy for most things, but the real question was where she should rest from now on. She couldn’t live in her room yet, and the thought of moving into another one straight away just.. wasn’t that attractive. She did not want to be forced into finding temporary solutions. Things were supposed to happen in a pace she was comfortable with.

      
The male spoke, and she found that she was genuinely surprised at the words he chose. A soft blush crept up on her high cheeks at the thought, and her chest felt just a little bit softer. She looked to the icy colours of his eyes and could not detect anything but honesty there. It was an offer she would normally have turned down in an instant because of her need to show her independence, but she adored the offer endlessly. And in her current condition the only reasonable response would have to accept. A hopeful smile embraced her lips, nervous though full of glee. ”Would you be okay with that?” It was silly to ask, for he probably was since he had been the one coming with the offer, but there was no trace of her usual confidence whenever she was near Silas.

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Did he detect a trace of excitement amongst her features? Somehow as the Russian awaited her response, he swore he saw a hint of hope in her expression. Could it be that the princess was excited by his offer? He was most likely reading into too things way too much, but the boy couldn’t help but cling to this hope. Maybe she did want to be with him after all! Maybe he hadn’t ruined things as much as he had thought. It was so hard for him to tell with Halo. She constantly kept Silas guessing, since she was so hard to figure out; but perhaps this was one of the things he liked most about her. He had been told before that love could mess with your head, and he was most certainly convinced that it was love that he felt for the Lykoi woman.

"Of course I vould," he told her in response, trying desperately to keep his excitement contained. Suddenly the rest of the mansion seemed to disintegrate, and Silas only had eyes for his bedroom and the woman who was in it. Just like before, the rest of the world didn’t matter. If she decided to stay here with him, it would be like this all the time. Oh how that thought made his heart soar; if only his ribcage did not keep it contained!

"You foot vill need some rest, and zhat vay I vill be able to help you vith anyzhing zhat you might need." His words were sincere of course, but he couldn’t doubt that his plan had also spawned from selfishness. Of course he would do anything for Halo to make sure that she was comfortable, but mostly he wanted her here in his room for his pleasure. Was that horrible of him?

"Your velcome to stay as long as you vant," he added, hoping that maybe she would decide never to find her own room again. Maybe they’d be together at last.



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300+ Sososo sorry for the wait Sad failibri <3 also, this thread is probably done, ja?
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       She was wary of the hope blossoming within her chest, pushing against ribcage walls and enveloping her pulsing heart. No taste would ever be as good as she wanted it to be, experience had told her, but untainted happiness wished to flow through her blue veins nevertheless. But what if he too was destroyed somehow? Nothing good seemed able to remain in her life. Silas was a wildcard that had driven her on for a long time now, and she knew that everything good eventually had to end. But what use was there to fear to lose him before she even had him? She should stop thinking so much, for worrying about everything had never helped her.

      
She did feel bad as she devoured the words she offered. Could it be that she actually had a problem with kindness from others? She knew what she was and rarely offered others any courtesy, and therefore she never expected anything of the sort in return, except for visible respect and accept back if the other was beneath her in rank. But she did not want to show this male the less attractive colours of her personality. But did that mean that she was not herself fully whenever he was around? She could not stop pondering about that, but she never managed to find an answer.

      
The genuine smile complimenting her face could light up the room with its intensity. ”I would love to stay.” Fingers cradled together, longing for something entirely else than the warm ball of damp fur she was holding in her lap. The silent yearning she felt was not hidden from her scarlet eyes as she let herself drown in blue. Halo had forced distance on the two of them, but this was a new chance that she knew she wanted to take. She had many unprocessed problems, but she still knew who she wanted. No more mistakes. She wouldn’t allow it.

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