The Definite or Defiant ~1x1~ V.1

[.:TenorMahol:.]

Trace turned off the light, then turned on a small night light. He set a dagger onto the table, then cracked the door. I saw him, through the crack in the door, go back to the hearth and sit down, holding his sword in his lap. He picked up a book and quietly read, combing back his hair with his thin fingers.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

Did he just not sleep...? I watched him for a while. He was very nice... Nicer than I thought he would be. Maybe I was semi-safe here, but that didn't mean that I could stay. No matter how he pretending that I wasn't a bother. No matter the fact that my hope was now gone that I would find my sister... I would have to leave when I got better. I didn't have a choice.

~skip time~

[.:TenorMahol:.]

I walked out of my room, yawning and rubbing my eyes. My hair was pretty much a mess. I combed my fingers through my hair, then looked at the clock. It's nine in the morning. Jeez it's early... I saw Trace sitting on the couch, leaning back against the armrest. His hair was fresh, definitely not have been gelled yet, because it was a mess. But a bit...-
"Good morning, Trish." He said.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

-Cute. I looked at him and nodded softly. "Good morning, Trace." I smiled softly. Then I rubbed my eyes again. "I apologize for missing breakfast..." I knew I wasn't going to be up at four. . . Just proving my own point. Sigh. . .

[.:TenorMahol:.]

Trace stood up and set down his sword and book. He went to the kitchen. "Are you hungry? I still have breakfast in the microwave if you want to eat. Or we can go to town. Once you change into your everyday clothes." He smiled a bit, looking at my very casual appearance. Messed up hair, shirt falling off on one shoulder, pants loose and no shoes, bags under my eyes.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

I lightly blushed. I hadn't realized I was such a mess! Gees, Trish! "Maybe I should just go get cleaned up anyway...?" I suggested. I let out a soft laugh.

[.:TenorMahol:.]

"I mean, you can if you want. I'm not teasing you or anything." He set down a plate of eggs, chocolate and biscuit, and bacon for me. "Anything you don't want you can put outside. There's a stray penguin around here that loves it." He whispered with a small smile.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

I blinked. "Wait... What? I think I heard that wrong. . ."

[.:TenorMahol:.]

"Yeah. A penguin. It's a little shapeshifter kid. He's cute but he says he can't stay here because his daddy will be looking for him."

[~AmethystMonolik~]

"Oh. I guess that makes a little more sense. . . Well thank you." I smiled softly. A penguin. Interesting. I went up to the table with a soft limp. "Thank you, Trace." I sat down in a chair, and then I bowed my head and said a soft, silent prayer to myself. I then looked up at Trace. "I was wondering last night if you stayed up all night...?"