dead of night → elise + dmitri
The party had continued on and Elise had enjoyed it for the most part. After her parents had disappeared, she’d kept herself occupied with talking to Dmitri. Happily, of course. She’d talked to her fair share of people in the town but something about him made it easier to talk, to get out from her shell. He seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say. That didn’t mean she wasn’t a twisted bundle of nerves and ready to make an excuse about having to go to her mother is something went wrong. Most of the night was a whirlwind fill with conversation, food, the sounds of drunken partiers, and the snow that eventually started to come down very lightly. At some point in the night, Elise had grown tired of the party and she found her house keys in the pocket of her outfit to make sure she wouldn’t need to find her mother in order to get them. Wherever her parents were, she just hoped they weren’t tearing each other apart.
Elise soon enough found herself being walked home by Dmitri, although she had insisted that he could stay at the party if he’d wanted. Outside, her boots crunched against the snow as she rambled off about whatever was their current subject of conversation. She didn’t pay much attention to the cold that bit at her skin or the snow that fell onto her—though she would occasionally take off her hat to dust off whatever snow was building on there. The closer she got toward the coven house, the more she started to slow her walk to avoid getting home. She didn’t want to really leave the company of Dmitri and she didn’t want to be alone inside the house if no one else was there.
Once she was in close enough distance to actually see the house, she knew no one was inside. All the lights were off and even if someone had been home, the living room light would have been left on for whoever was still gone. Elise had made it all the way to the front porch before she let out a soft groan and turned around to face Dmitri. “I think everyone else is still out at the party or off doing something in town.” Elise said, bringing out her keys that she’d kept safely in her pocket. She looked back up at Dmitri, biting her lip as she thought to herself for a moment. “Would you like to come in? Unless you have somewhere to be or…you’re, you know, tired.”
Luck came to Dmitri in the strangest of ways. He had never been one for parties, preferring to keep to himself; but on this night he had decided to venture out from his secluded home. As he had expected, there hadn't been much there for him. The same people milling about, the same idle conversations and the same progression of drunkenness as the night carried on. He had been ready to slip out unnoticed when he had found himself by Elise. He had met her before, and since that encounter she had been a quiet buzz, a small thought he would return to after the sun rose and he drew his curtains. He didn't suspected anything of it. Nothing sinister, at least. Seeing her for the second time at the party would merely be a landmark of the beginning of a good friendship.
They had talked, and Dmitri had found himself intrigued. For a girl of only seventeen, she seemed so wise. Dmitri found himself being more and more drawn to her as the night wore on. The interruption jarringly brought him back to reality, and it was only then that he had realized he had forgotten the party completely. He was glad, then, when Elise had stayed instead of following her parents, because he wanted to focus on only her once more. When she had said she was going home, Dmitri quickly offered her a walk home.
Now they were standing on her porch, the windows of the house dark. Dmitri couldn't sense anyone immediately close by. He stood quietly as Elise reached for her keys and unlocked the door. He was prepared to say goodnight. However, she offered him in. Who was he to refuse. She, who was so young and bright, and who didn't want him to leave so soon, would be disappointed if he refused. There was nothing wrong with accepting. This night would simply be a landmark of the beginning of a good friendship.
"Of course, I would love to come in." he said with a warm smile, inclining his head.
