It didn't take long for Elliere and Mercy to get back to his apartment. It was a short, silent walk and one Elliere never thought he'd enjoy so much. Mercy Rains and silence... both serene and beautiful. Just like all those night shifts he made and wandered around aimlessly, sucking up the beauty of nature, he was sucking up Mercy's beauty too. There was just no denying the fact, he was caught and ensnared. He had been the first time he seen her, drunk and stupid. The mark was a very obvious sign of that.
Elliere let out a soft sigh as he paused in front of his apartment door. He wanted this, but he needed to make sure she did as well. He turned, gently pulling off his eye patch, and gazed down at Mercy. He heard her soft gasp as her eyes zeroed in on his black eye. His monsterous eye.
"Still up for this?" He asked softly, giving her an out.
Mercy rolled her hazel eyes. "Yes. I've seen you almost change into a thing of fairy tales, seen your eye, slept with you, learned about your...odd lifestyle and still came back because....I do want to try. I can't ignore this so it's better to face this head on. Besides you seemed pretty adamant about this, so I'll give it a shot."
Elliere nodded and swiftly opened up his apartment, showing her in though she'd been here more times than anyone else. They settled themselves on the sofa once again, but instead of knowing what to ask or talk about this time, both were quiet.
"Do you want something to eat?" Elliere asked, thinking about how he hadn't ate all night. Maybe they could discuss things better after eating.
"Erm. Sure," she said, eyes wide and wary.
Elliere stood, looking down at her, admiring her silky brown hair and her glittering eyes. "What will you eat?"
"Anything," she said and something about the way she said it had his muscles tightening and his jeans feeling far too tight.
He grunted in response and made his way to the kitchen to prepare steak and potatoes. It was one of the few things he had and could cook. He began grabbing the steaks, spices and potatoes out, slowly starting the cooking process. Halfway through his cooking when the steaks smelled mouthwatering and the potatoes were being mashed, Mercy crept into the kitchen almost silently, but Elliere heard her still thanks to his supersonic Lupus hearing.
"Yes?" He murmured, not turning around or pausing in his mashing.
He heard her suck in a breath, seemingly shocked, but she still spoke moments later. "What is this? Some sort of date? I thought we were going to talk?"
"If you want it to be a date, I just haven't eaten anything and I didn't know if you had either. And we are talking," Elliere responded, a smirk on his face as he placed the thoroughly mashed potatoes on the counter and checked the steaks.
"O-oh," she stuttered, a clear sign of her embarrassment. "And I meant about...uh, erm, us."
The way Mercy said us made Elliere tense up, his stomach clenching as the raw fire he'd felt from kissing her earlier slammed back into him. He felt the irrational urge to turn around and kiss her again and then fúck her on his kitchen table until her mind was scarred with how much he wanted her, how much he could love her.
Love.
The thought had him straightening immediately and tending to his steaks again, all feelings of completing their bond evaporated from his head. He hadn't loved someone in a long time, he hadn't even considered loving Mercy, but with a bond he knew eventually he would because a bond would be based on love. She'd have to love him enough to want to mark him back, to make sure everyone knew he was hers.
"We'll talk after we eat," Elliere murmured gruffly, his thoughts making him a jumbled mess.
She said nothing, but the scrape of a kitchen chair was heard and as Elliere filled two plates with food, turning to face the table, he found her sitting there. They ate in silence and it was awkward, but only because Mercy seemed to look at talking as a chore and wanted to get it out of the way while Elliere wanted to eat and leisurely discuss everything. There was no rush, but Mercy seemed to want to rush things. He'd have to fix that, he thought as he finished off his steak, the potatoes already comfortably in his stomach.
"Finished?" Elliere asked, gazing at her calmly. She seemed to flush beneath his gaze and nodded quickly.
He collected her plate swiftly and tossed both in the sink, ignoring the urge to rinse them as the greater urge to talk with Mercy ran through him.
"Now then, let's talk," he murmured, pinning her with his two-toned eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Elliere Braim
WerewolfElliere Braim has a past he both misses and hates. He's an outcast, a Lone Wolf and has sworn off the entire idea of mates anymore, choosing one night stands as a regularity instead. But things are about to change for Elliere when a one night stand...