It was dark out, the street lights having just started to kick on for the night, and the day's heat still permeated the air- though the early January weather was quickly chilling what little warmth there was. The sky had a faint violet hue to it left over from the sunset but was quickly being over taken by the deep obsidian sky and it's flickering stars.
Everything looked so different at night but then again it all looked different through the soldier's eyes- even the familiar bits. He wasn't quite certain where he was going or why he was headed there; it was more like instinct than anything that logically made sense. He'd disobeyed an order and now he was on his own... running wherever his feet would carry him... Part of him relished in that- in freedom- while the other part of him was completely terrified because he knew what would happen if he was caught.
Just keep moving, you're almost there-
He didn't know where 'almost there' would end up being- just that he knew wherever that place was... he'd be safe...
He moved like a wraith in the night, smooth like deadly black oil, and despite his own confusion found exactly what he'd apparently been searching foor. The brunette pressed his agile form against the red brick, a blade of silver catching in the dim light, and carefully pressed it between the two windows until he'd slipped the steel latch. He climbed through it with ease and very carefully lowered his feet to the floor- wooden panels squeaking lightly beneath his weight...
This was it...
He gripped the knife tightly in hand as he took a few cautious steps forward, not quite certain what it was that he'd find. His brow furrowed, gaze falling to the table as he stepped past, and tipping his head to the side curiously. There were papers on it- drawings- and pencils all over. The soldier gently slid his knive beneath a few papers and lifted, causing a line of different pencils to go rolling off to one side.
How strange...
Loosing interest, he turned his head towards an open door... a familiar open door... Cautiously he stepped forward, metal arm going up to gently push it open further, and stared at the bed who's sheets were thrown to one side as though someone had gotten out quickly or had just not bothered to fix it.
He remembered this place...
Without even realizing it he'd closed the distance and now found himself running his fingers over the material- knife still loosely clutched in hand- dragging. He brought a knee up and sort of crawled in, letting his body fall into the mattress, and pressed his face into the pillow. It smelled like- like something... something important...
A small sound escaped the soldier, brow furrowing in frustration as he tried to think of what that important 'something' was, and he took in a deep breath- metal fingers curling desperately around the material. "Why-?" He mumbled into it.
