Discord sighed softly as he abandoned his nightly wanderings, heading back to the abandoned apartment complex he called home. He was tired, and looking forward to relaxing, but at the same time, he was nervous about returning. SHE was there, waiting, and he couldn't help but to feel edgy around her. At first it had been the expected wary tension of two strange people forced to share accommodations, but gradually, after weeks of sharing space, it had begun to change. What he now felt was different, it was an awareness of her feminine closeness, something that made the nerves in his stomach clench and tremble with strange longings.
He paused a moment, a dark urban gargoyle, perching on a ledge with his long black duster swirling around him in the autumn breeze. Could it be that he was attracted to her?? He'd never even considered that. He couldn't see all that much, but he thought she was rather attractive. He liked the pale mint color of her skin, the darker emerald of her hair. The hair was especially fascinating. It was long, almost reaching her knees, and silky soft to the touch. He knew this because when she was recovering from the broken ribs she'd suffered at the hands of a pissed off horde of humans he had helped her with it, brushing it slowly. It had been almost hypnotic, running the brush over and through the long tresses. He had loved the way it felt as it slid over his hands and through his fingers. He blinked, imaging what it would feel like to have her hair slide over his body and he shivered slightly, stomach tightening again.
"Discord, you fool," he growled softly. "Don't even think stupid stuff like that." He gave himself a light thwap to the head and rose, flitting silently across the rooftops, racing the sun to reach his hiding place.
The streets around the building were deserted in the early morning darkness and he landed lightly on the roof, walking over to unlock the rooftop access door. Slim fingers brushed over the rail bolted to the wall as he made his way down the stairs, staying to the right to avoid the bad spots eating away at the structure. Sharp ears flicked, straining for any sounds as he made his way to the only occupied apartment in the building.
"Arashi...?" he called out softly as he opened the door. He didn't want to make the mistake again of startling her out of a sound sleep. She was as paranoid as he was, it seemed, and prone to swing first, identify later. There was no answer, so he crept into the apartment, setting all the locks behind him, listening to them all click shut. He didn't see anyone in the living room, and the kitchen was as dark as a mine, so he headed for the bedroom, booted feet treading soundlessly on worn old carpet.
He paused a moment before the bathroom, toeing the boots off and hanging his heavy duster on the heavy duty hooks he'd hammered into the wall studs, stretching now that the extra weight was off of him. The white t-shirt was as worn as the rest of his clothing, thin with age and excessive wear. The deep green of his skin almost showed through, as did the pink area of his abdominals. His faded jeans molded to his legs and hips lovingly, themselves as worn and comfortable as the shirt. Sock covered feet made no sound as he approached the bedroom, wondering if she was still sleeping.
He pushed the door open slowly, nearly sightless eyes narrowed as he tried to make out details in the dim early morning light. He could see a slender body lying on the bed, a worn blanket covering her against the predawn chill. Di crept closer to the bed, making a face at the cinderblocks holding up the worn box spring. It had been the best he could do, since he had been unable to find any metal bedrails, much less a head or footboard. It worked well enough, but he wished that he had better to offer her.
Discord stopped at the side of the bed, looking down at the sleep softened face of the young woman resting in his bed. She really was quite lovely, even if he could see only the faintest blur of her features. He lifted a hand, hesitating a moment, then leaned over, carefully brushing a long, loose lock of deep emerald hair from her face. He jumped guiltily when she stirred, shifting her position. Her cheek rubbed his hand, making him yank his hand back. She wouldn't like it if she knew he was taking liberties.
Arashi sighed, body relaxing as she slid back into a deep sleep. Di relaxed a bit at that, the corner of his mouth turning up just a bit. He reached over again, letting his knuckles brush her cheek. He knew that he was taking advantage just a bit, but he couldn't help himself. That unsettled feeling was back in his stomach, but he ignored it. Her head turned the smallest bit, leaning into his hand, and he felt his cheeks warm. God, but she was lovely...
She shifted again, the blanket sliding down, pooling just below her breasts and he stared a moment at the forbidden mounds barely covered by one of his thin white shirts. "Ah, god," he murmured softly, narrowed eyes watching as her body reacted to the cool early morning air. He knew that she considered herself unattractive because of the scars that covered her body, but he didn't agree. The scar were only skin deep, and her loveliness went past that. He just wished that she could see herself as he did. But if she did, would she even want to be around someone like him?
