08-22-2016, 09:57 PM
They finally left. Elias stared above Asha's shoulder like the door behind her wasn't enough of a barrier to the outside world. Her plea hovered on the surface for a minute before it truly sunk in. He felt his walls drop, his expression soften.
"I'm not mad at you."
He sank to the cushions, relieving the ache in his throat with a sip of water.
"I was serious though. I don't think you should stay alone. It would be better to have a different place completely. Away from this ex-boyfriend and Nox as well. But it's not exactly easy to find a place to live. I've been on a guy's couch since I got to Moscow."
His gaze shifted around the room thoughtfully. Only to land on a bookcase. He waved Asha away from the door, and grabbed a hold of it with the power. Tendrils of light shoved the piece of furniture in front of the door. He dropped the power after that.
"A barricade won't stop someone, but it'll be a surprise and the noise will give me time to react."
He stalked the apartment to do something similar with he windows. When he returned, he silently moved the plates and bowls back to the kitchen with tendrils of power, holding the source of it only long enough to accomplish the task. Chores as a kid would have been much easier like this, but nobody in Kenab needed more reasons to hate him
"Thanks for dinner. I'll clean up if you want to go rest. I'll sleep out here."
"I'm not mad at you."
He sank to the cushions, relieving the ache in his throat with a sip of water.
"I was serious though. I don't think you should stay alone. It would be better to have a different place completely. Away from this ex-boyfriend and Nox as well. But it's not exactly easy to find a place to live. I've been on a guy's couch since I got to Moscow."
His gaze shifted around the room thoughtfully. Only to land on a bookcase. He waved Asha away from the door, and grabbed a hold of it with the power. Tendrils of light shoved the piece of furniture in front of the door. He dropped the power after that.
"A barricade won't stop someone, but it'll be a surprise and the noise will give me time to react."
He stalked the apartment to do something similar with he windows. When he returned, he silently moved the plates and bowls back to the kitchen with tendrils of power, holding the source of it only long enough to accomplish the task. Chores as a kid would have been much easier like this, but nobody in Kenab needed more reasons to hate him
"Thanks for dinner. I'll clean up if you want to go rest. I'll sleep out here."