In the Waning Hours
Her footfall woke him for the groaning of the floorboards. He heard the door to her room shut and sat up on his elbows, searching the crack of light that cut like a knife through the dark of his rooms. He waited, listening after her goings on briefly noting the quiet. For the tavern was quiet at that waning hour and he couldn’t help but wonder at the nature of her late return.
With brief and lackluster effort, Rhys rolled over and tried to return to sleep. But he would not find relief from the waking thoughts that plagued him for the woman next door. He rolled back over onto his back and folded his hands behind his head and neck, staring into the dark rafters thinking. Pondering where his place was in this season of her loss - if he had a place at all.
“My friend.” he hummed, ruminating. “...whatever shall we do with you.” he wondered with a sleepy kind of sadness. The kind one wears when there are no good answers and the only way forward carries the promises of further suffering.
In a sudden-shooting action Rhys whipped the bedding from his pale flesh and lept from his slumbering calm with quiet-deftness. He rolled a pair of clean-violet slacks up his corded thighs then pulled a thin linen shirt over his head and made for the seam of blazing light that cut across the blackness of his paid space.
Reaching for the handle he paused, listening again for an assurance she still stirred. He found it in the hollow creak of the floorboards buzzing in his bare feet as well as his ears. With a flick of the wrist he turned the knob and light flooded into the dark of his rooms and he could hear the light conversation of a few late stragglers down below.
He stepped across the foyer-floor between their rooms and offered a light rapt at her door, looking back into the muted twilight vacancy of his own.
“Yurissa...” he called in a sleep-deep but humble-quiet tone.
(Setting for a new discord RP with - @raven-scorned)