(The following is taken from RP between Anyxyl and Ashira)
Varil walked through the market with a certain destination in mind. Several times now, he'd walked Ashira home, the pathway was all but engraved into his mind's eye. As he swept down the streets toward the building, he turned and immediately made use of a vendor's stall, hopping up to its highest beams of wood and using it to clear a short jump onto the roof of a small building. He hopped the narrow alleys and avenues with little trouble or pause, his progress was swift and sure. Soon, he was atop the very building in which Ashira was likely still sleeping, walking toward the edge to drop down and hook onto the roof. He swung himself forward and latched onto the brass numbers on the wall, Finding handholds in shifted bricks to start on his trek to the window.
Ashira, still asleep from the previous evening?s festivities with Lux, rolled over and slid a pale, bare arm from the confines of the mess that was the sheets and the comforter. A languid, rather lazy stretching having the other arm appearing next to a messy head. She sighed, rolling onto her back and sliding to sit up. Lux hadn?t bothered to come home last night, which was fine with her since she had the entire bed to herself (though it was much warmer when the other woman was there). She pushed the blankets down, swinging her legs over the side to rise. Her fingers reached out to pluck a short, indigo robe off the nightstand and slide it over her shoulders.
Ashira turned toward the window, cinching the belt about her waist as the other hand rose to push back the curtains, and elicit a rather piercing screech as she saw a body hanging from her window, the head of the intruder still above the sill. Gasping, she dropped the curtains and ran to the kitchen to grab the nearest item?a metal tea-kettle. Bare-feet slapped against the floor as she raced back toward her room, flattening herself against the wall next to the doorway, the kettle clutched in both hands as she nearly held her breath, waiting.
And then there was a knock, a sudden rap of knuckles on the window. Varil hung from it, swinging to the side as his hands snapped up to snag ahold of the eaves. ?Going to let me in?? He asked, grinning to himself as he lowered himself to peek through the window. His keen ears twitched as his lips parted in amusement. Ashira?s head slid around the doorway at the sound, the tea kettle clutched like a sword in front of her. Slowly, her bare feet padded across the room as she tentatively reached out to pull back the curtains a single inch.
?Holy mother?? she swore, rather out of character as she stared at the familiar face. Anger flushed her cheeks as she shook her head. ?Haven?t you heard of doors?!? She hissed through the closed window.
?Too mundane.? He offered an awkward shrug from his perch before swinging again to latch onto the window. ?So, can I come in??
She was tempted to swear again with an ?absolutely not a chance in hell? but instead, she sighed, unlatching the window but not opening. He got this far after all, he should be able to at least open the window. She dropped the tea-kettle on the bed in passing as she slipped back through the room, sidestepping piles of discarded clothes and random shoes to end in front of her closet, attempting to find something she could quickly slide over her bare legs.
Varil walked through the market with a certain destination in mind. Several times now, he'd walked Ashira home, the pathway was all but engraved into his mind's eye. As he swept down the streets toward the building, he turned and immediately made use of a vendor's stall, hopping up to its highest beams of wood and using it to clear a short jump onto the roof of a small building. He hopped the narrow alleys and avenues with little trouble or pause, his progress was swift and sure. Soon, he was atop the very building in which Ashira was likely still sleeping, walking toward the edge to drop down and hook onto the roof. He swung himself forward and latched onto the brass numbers on the wall, Finding handholds in shifted bricks to start on his trek to the window.
Ashira, still asleep from the previous evening?s festivities with Lux, rolled over and slid a pale, bare arm from the confines of the mess that was the sheets and the comforter. A languid, rather lazy stretching having the other arm appearing next to a messy head. She sighed, rolling onto her back and sliding to sit up. Lux hadn?t bothered to come home last night, which was fine with her since she had the entire bed to herself (though it was much warmer when the other woman was there). She pushed the blankets down, swinging her legs over the side to rise. Her fingers reached out to pluck a short, indigo robe off the nightstand and slide it over her shoulders.
Ashira turned toward the window, cinching the belt about her waist as the other hand rose to push back the curtains, and elicit a rather piercing screech as she saw a body hanging from her window, the head of the intruder still above the sill. Gasping, she dropped the curtains and ran to the kitchen to grab the nearest item?a metal tea-kettle. Bare-feet slapped against the floor as she raced back toward her room, flattening herself against the wall next to the doorway, the kettle clutched in both hands as she nearly held her breath, waiting.
And then there was a knock, a sudden rap of knuckles on the window. Varil hung from it, swinging to the side as his hands snapped up to snag ahold of the eaves. ?Going to let me in?? He asked, grinning to himself as he lowered himself to peek through the window. His keen ears twitched as his lips parted in amusement. Ashira?s head slid around the doorway at the sound, the tea kettle clutched like a sword in front of her. Slowly, her bare feet padded across the room as she tentatively reached out to pull back the curtains a single inch.
?Holy mother?? she swore, rather out of character as she stared at the familiar face. Anger flushed her cheeks as she shook her head. ?Haven?t you heard of doors?!? She hissed through the closed window.
?Too mundane.? He offered an awkward shrug from his perch before swinging again to latch onto the window. ?So, can I come in??
She was tempted to swear again with an ?absolutely not a chance in hell? but instead, she sighed, unlatching the window but not opening. He got this far after all, he should be able to at least open the window. She dropped the tea-kettle on the bed in passing as she slipped back through the room, sidestepping piles of discarded clothes and random shoes to end in front of her closet, attempting to find something she could quickly slide over her bare legs.