06-01-2015, 04:16 PM
In the time that it took for Eltiask to take a shower, Melanie had already made her to the upstairs bathroom and done the same. She rummaged in her closet for men’s clothes that would fit Eltiask’s build. Luckily, she always had extra clothes handy for the times her brothers would drop by. As she headed downstairs, she noticed the wet trail leading from the bathroom to her living room. With a quick stop to throw Eltiask’s clothes in the wash, she entered her parlor, noticing him at her fireplace.
“Here are some clothes that might fit you. Don’t worry, the underwear’s new.” She placed the folded T-shirt and sweats on the arm of her couch and made her way over to him. She looked over her home again. Maybe it was the shock of the last few days, or her trip in general, but she couldn’t get the feeling of relief that she usually did when she went home. Breathing wasn’t as easy as it felt. Something just felt… off.
Part of her wanted to blame the man standing practically naked in her living room. All of the circumstances that led to him being here still made absolutely no sense in her mind, but Melanie also knew that that wasn’t it. She scanned again, trying to find the source. It was her home. She had worked tirelessly to make this place her sanctuary, and the one time she needed comfort, it didn’t come to her.
Shaking off the feeling, she stepped over to the fireplace, standing next to Eltiask, her eyes travelling over all of the pictures she had put there. Unconsciously she lifted the portrait of her family from the mantle and gently kissed it before setting it back down. It was automatic to her, a reminder of lives lost and a time when she felt the happiest. She ran her finger of the wood, a tender expression crossing over her face. “Impressive, huh?”
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