'For the world seems to never offer anything worthwhile
without also providing a dreadful opposite.'
- Stephen Fry, Mythos.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Klaus presses the door shut behind himself after he steps out beside me into the hallway.
The silence around the house is deafening. Nothing breathes. Nothing moves. No sounds or life fills the large space. Not that I can see from up here.
I notice Klaus tilt his head at my side, lowering it slightly to peer over at my face. I turn to him. Instantly he raises his head and questions me with his eyes.
"It's very quiet" I manage. Cringing at producing the only sound in the house.
"Where is everyone?"
Klaus holds my eyes, taking in my words before surveying the emptiness around us.
"Here and there"
Vague but precise.
"Mh" I lose my line of sight in the dark floor.
The need to eat is much more overwhelming than my desire to stay hidden in the room.
I mostly owe it to Klaus. It only took a stern look and a question for me to cave to my stomach.
Klaus lowers his hand to my back, fingers teasing the fabric of my cardigan with their static touch, and with a step forward we begin down the stairs.
The morning has just begun, deeming it too early for me to lay judgement on whether everything would be normal. As normal as things can be.
Rent
"Hayir"
The exclamation drifts out as I remember, quite and drained in the space.
"What happened?" Klaus steps in front of me, halting my movements.
I open my mouth to explain yet the thought of explaining it to the giant ties a weird knot in my stomach.
"Human things" I choose, watching him relax at my calmness.
It doesn't matter.
We are leaving anyway.
Klaus returns to his previous position and we continue.
I make a note to call the landlord later on. He was a nice person, I'm sure he will understand.
Normal yes?
A heavy breath is pulled into my chest. Rent is hardly what I expect normal to be after these past few weeks.
Nearing the kitchen, the strong smell of coffee drifts past us into the rest of the house.
Clinic.
The thought has me barely surprised yet comforted.
Klaus steps into the room before me, his large torso taking up my view of those inside. Slight murmurs and brief exchanges make their way to my ears. Low and deep. Almost like a humming sound.
The dull sounds pique my interest, tickling the part of my brain which makes space and threads my head over Klaus' arm.
Golden lines fall over my face as I survey the small space.
Aelfric stands a few steps away from the doorway. Hazel eyes match the colour of the sun as they catch sight of mine, his features raise lightly and I start wondering whether it's really the sun casting it's sweet light or just him.
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Shadows
Werewolf"A soulmate." He starts, his voice bounces off the wall of the empty room. "There is nothing more beautiful in the world than them, for they are the epitome of perfect. They are the part you've been searching for forever. The cynosure for each other...
