Thread: The Cruor Luna

she pulled on the T-shirt quickly, trembling still as she clutched his jacket and tea close to her, so very frightened. honestly, with the kind of attack she'd suffered, she should have pulled away, or flinched at his touch, instead she leaned into him when he wrapped his arms around her, and she cuddled into his warmth. thank you Ken. she muttered softly. i can sleep on the couch though... i don't want to take your bed... i'm already being a burden... she muttered, her eyes closed. as he pulled away, she looked rather hurt, and she looked down at the hot tea in her hands, blushing a little at the crass language he employed, and looking so hurt and alone. she drank her tea, and pulled his jacket even tighter around herself, looking confused and upset when he walked back out, and she shook her head. no thank you... i'm fine... she muttered softly, sounding almost as if she'd done something wrong, or bad that had upset him. i think i might just go to bed if that's alright... she muttered softly, settling into the couch and closing her eyes with a sigh. and just like that, she was asleep, exaughsted from her terror. whether he moved her, or simply left her on the couch, at about three in the morning, she was gently shaking his shoulder. k...ken? i... i had a nightmare... she whispered softly, her voice laced with terror, and tears in her eyes. c..can i sleep with you? she asked hopefully, biting her lip. i..i'm sorry if...if i'm asking too much... she was so hesitant, and uncertain, as if she was completely unaware of how beautiful and perfect she was. if he gave his permission, she crawled into bed with him, snuggling tight into him as if she was a small child, or a kitten or a puppy seeking comfort and warmth. if he told her no, she went back to sleep alone, and cried herself to sleep. either way, in the morning, she was up before him, and the smell of food was in the air when he woke, an she was standing in his kitchen, his shirt and jacket still on as she made him breakfast. i... i hope you don't mind. she managed to stutter once she saw he was awake. i just... i was so rude last night i... i wanted to find a way to make it up to you... none of the food she was making, had been in his house before hand, so she had clearly run across the street and bought it before bringing it back to cook it. there was thick sliced bacon, and firm, golden pancakes with a rich pat of butter and heavy, sweet, sticky syrup. there was sausage links and something called a pomegranate, which she was cutting open and scooping out into a bowl of water so that she could get to the seeds which where put on top of the pancakes for an added boost of flavor. i have to go to school soon... she admitted, looking nervous and scared. do... do you want me to bring your T-Shirt back after classes? she asked, blinking at him, her head tilted. i have enough time to run home and change... but i can't afford to be late or i'll get in a great deal of trouble... who got in 'a great deal of trouble' just for being late? from her clothes, it was pretty obvious she went to a rich kids school, which was probobly why she went to the bus stop everyday. she probobly lived at the rich end of town, just a few blocks away from where Ken was living. in a matter of a street, crappy rundown buildings, instantaneously turned into bright green grassy lawns and massive two and three story houses. she probobly lived in one of them. so... uhm.. enjoy your breakfast... she muttered, sliding the pancakes, bacon, and sausage over to him. i'll come back after class to wash the dishes i dirtied... ok? she asked, offering him a shy smile before she vanished out the door to get dressed in some proper clothing and go to school.