#p:rorik

[darkwinterwinds]

@shevvrites

Rorik walked up the stairs to his apartment slowly, his mind still reeling from leaving his brother at the hospital. He wanted so badly to tell Shania what upset him, why he had to leave in the middle of the night so often. She didn’t need to know the extent of his business, or his father’s business really. As he opened the door, he found her sitting on the couch, turned away from him. “Good morning,” he said softly, his eyes tired and back aching. “Sleep well?”

[darkwinterwinds]

@ravenousdiaster

Rorik looked over at the girl laying next to him in his bed and sighed. His fingers tangled into her hair as he sighed, not sure why she was there to begin with. Rorik didn’t usually want company, but he’d wanted her. As soon as she stirred, her mumbled a soft, “Good morning,” before running his fingers down her bare back.

[darkwinterwinds]

@divinexgods (continued from here)

Rorik couldn’t quite remember what happened, and he was surprised to hear Lily’s voice speaking his native tongue. Blinking awake, he looked over at her though his head was swimming still. “Solnyshka,” he whispered, barely able to focus. He closed his eyes to keep himself from getting nauseous, but pulled her hand to his forehead. “I’m happy to see you here.”

[darkwinterwinds]

@divinexgods

Zefir sat at the foot of the couch, watching her former master closely as he lit a cigarette. Rorik waited for Lily to come home from her job. He knew she was upset with him, and that he was coming into an inevitable fight. Honestly, there was only himself to blame. If he could just spit it out and say what he felt, that would solve most of their problems. The thing she couldn’t seem to understand, Rorik couldn’t force himself to say things. He couldn’t put things in the front of his brain and talk about them, especially if it was something about what should be going on in there. Everyone knew there as something broken inside his head, that’s what made him so good at what he did.

When the door clicked, he felt his shoulder twitch. He’d heard her come from her footsteps down below, having focused so hard in waiting. A long drag on the cigarette was a poor attempt at trying to calm his fight instincts. He never spoke first, he just waited for her to break the silence and question him. Glancing up, he waited for her to ask him what he thought he was doing there, after treating her like she wasn’t important or answering her questions.