Through the thin veil comes....|| Writting Practice/Drabble/Para Starter/Blahblah||Esau/Mekare
Drizzling Rain was one of England’s most typical weather. Dark clouds covered the sky, hoovering over the city as droplets of water scattered from the sky above. It was small enough to ignore but wet enough to soak everything. Cobbled stone street glistened in the fade light. Outside, passerby wore coats and jackets in gray-ish tones, blending in with the dark buildings around them. Only the lights coming out of the lampposts and windows offered a sense of warmth.
Not the most pleasant weather to most mortals.
They hated it because it did not give them definite answer what to wear. They would not wear heavy clothes for it wasn’t cold enough. They could not use umbrella for it was not wet enough. And they could not stay indoor for the rain was not big enough to prevent them heading out.
Sitting in the chair behind the reception desk, Esau stared at the scenery outside. It was the vampire’s favourite weather. Cool, not sunny, and dark. His hand rested on the solid oak wood desktop, pale and marble-like against the dark brown. Green eyes looked at the mortals passing by outside as his senses stretched and picked up the thoughts filtered through his mind. He wasn’t really listening. His mind was in elsewhere.
He was thinking about Mekare.
Months was gone since returning to his little Bed and Breakfast from the Compound. Months of not seeing her but the occasional thoughts projected through the vast space between them. He had missed her. He had missed their rare few times together. He had missed the calmness and contentment she usually brought when she was around him. He knew the feeling was mutual, if not stronger. Yet the demon resided within them, as well as the past they had endured made him hesitate. He wasn’t sure how to proceed. Should he did what he had done in his past life, and ignoring whatever consequences came in his way? Or should he remained his cautious steps and drove them both insane at the distance they maintained? It was such a dilemma. He could not really discuss this with her, for most of those emotions were new to her, if the words her twin had warned him had anything to go by. So he kept them to himself, torturing his mind to distraction at the constant struggle. Who said the life of an immortal was an easy one? With time ceased to exist among them, their troubles remain. It was no wonder a lot of them had gone mad.
The sound of bell jerked him away from his reverie and to the visitor just entered. When he realised who was standing at the hallway, he would not quite believe what he saw. His body took its own accord and got up to his feet, moving our from behind the desk and crossing the floor. His gaze remained fixed upon her, never faltered and never moved away. She was here. Here in York. Here in his little lodging. Here in the same room. Not far away at the other side of the globe, but here. His hands moved instinctively to touch her porcelain face, to feel if she was real and not fragment of his imagination. Thumbs stroking the cool, smooth surface of her skin. When he realise she was indeed here, he smiled.
He breathed, dipping his head and nuzzled the tip of his nose against hers. Then, in the rush of all the emotion inside him, he pressed his lips against hers, gently, and tentatively. His senses could go to the devil for the moment, for he did not want to care. He was tired of caring. He was just happy that she was here.
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