Minerva Orr ~ The Runaway
"Pray, don't come closer...
Minerva awoke at the break of dawn, just as the sun had risen over the horizon to paint its masterpiece of orange hues across the sky. It was the time her body had attuned to, after years of strict schedule. No matter what hour of night she fell asleep, it was impossible for her to wake a moment later. At times, it was a useful thing, allowing her to complete more in the span of a daytime... in other instances, it was a curse.
Regardless, she was awake now, her lightning blue eyes glinting as her ears twitched, and a soft yawn came forth. The woman, a moment later, realized there was a strange warmth at her waist and back. She furrowed her brows, wondering what it was, before suddenly remembering that she was no longer enslaved; the night prior Yasu had come to sleep at her side. His arm had draped over her side halfway through the night, the other still under her head as if it were a pillow. His breathing was soft, but Minerva thought she felt him stir a moment later. Was he awake, too? Not knowing, and also not wanting to disturb him if he was still asleep, the young elf kept from moving. In a moment she was able to even out her breathing as well, in a large effort to mimic a sleeping person. Perhaps he would fall back asleep if she kept up the ruse... If he saw through it, he would surely let her know.
... My mangled flesh is beyond your appetite."
{ʘʘϾ• Slight writer's block ;w; }
Goddess of the Aurora
