Mirage x Wraith One Shots

Midnight

It was the middle of the night. Elliot was pulled out of deep sleep by noises coming from the bathroom. The light was on, the door wide open. He sat up. Renee wasn't beside him in the bed, her covers peeled back to reveal the dark sheets underneath. Elliot hauled himself up, rubbing the blurriness from his eyes. He shuffled over to the bathroom, his body protesting tremendously. This routine wasn't new, Elliot often woke up with Wraith throughout the week now that she had been ditching her room to sleep in his bed. Wearing nothing but sweatpants, Elliot stepped through the doorway, his hazel eyes settling on the small figure cowered on the floor.

Wraith had constant nightmares, preventing her from getting any quality sleep these days. The shadows around her eyes had only grown darker in the past few weeks, making her eyes seem even brighter than usual. These nightmares were often followed by heavy nose bleeds, apparent to Elliot by all of the drops of blood on the tile below. Renee was leaning against the tub, her head dipped forward and her eyes shut, almost as if she would doze off in the bathroom. If he didn't know better, Elliot would have guessed that she was injured, with all of the blood on her face and clothes. Deep red dripped down her fair, pale skin and over her lips, running down her chin and onto her black shirt.

Her pale skin contrasted with the deep red blood and caused Renee to appear like the most beautiful vampire he'd ever seen. "Hey, hon." Elliot murmured, trying not to let his exhaustion show itself in the gravel of his voice. He stepped over the blood and crouched down beside her. By this time, Wraith opened her eyes and looked up at him. She had a sharp frown and she looked like she was on the verge of tears. "Hey~ Hey, it's alright. I'm here, a little blood never hurt anyone." Mirage brushed stray hairs out of her face before feeling her head. Renee was hot, and she was looking a little green around the gills.

Elliot stood back up, fetching a towel to set on the tile. He grabbed a rag, turning on the faucet and running it under cool water. He wrung it out, turning it back to Renee. He bent down in front of her, softly lifting her chin to have her gaze into his eyes. He ran the cloth over her face, watching her fair skin reappear from beneath the blanket of red that covered the lower half of her face. He looked back up into her eyes, only to find them closed once again. "You don't have to keep waking up with me." Wraith said softly as he finished cleaning her up. "Renee, we've been over this." He said, his voice encompassed in love. "You're not allowed to be alone if we're sleeping in the same bed. I'm here for you, and I always will be."

Wraith didn't respond, and Elliot stood up. He put the washcloth away, walking back into his room. He headed over to his dresser to find one of his hoodies. After making his way back into the bathroom, he set the hoodie on the countertop and bent back down to Renee's level. "Arms up." He told her, and she sluggishly complied. He took the trim of the shirt she was wearing in his hands, lifting it up and off of Wraith's small figure. He tossed it into the laundry bin with the washcloth, turning his attention back to the girl sat on the floor of his bathroom. His hands tenderly went up to softly cup both sides of Renee's face, and she lifted her hands to graze his, leaning into his support as she dozed off.

He stayed like that for a long while until Wraith shifted around to get up. He took her hands in his, helping her to her feet and preventing her from stumbling. She put on the fresh hoodie that rest on the counter, feeling Elliot's familiar and comforting scent waft into her face, washing away any smell of blood that still lingered in her nose. She faced the mirror, hands resting on the counter and her head bowed. She was tired. Suddenly, from behind her, she felt large hands slide onto her waist. Mirage wrapped his arms around her hips, resting his head on her shoulder. "Come back to bed?" He mumbled sleepily, looking into the mirror to watch his love's face. After a long moment, Renee nodded with a deep breath. He led the way out of the bathroom, shutting the light off and closing the door behind them. 

He climbed into bed, rolling onto his side. He watched as Wraith walked through the darkness, laying down beside him. For a long moment she laid on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Her eyes began to appear glossy, and Mirage quickly took notice before she could cry. He lifted his arm in a warm invitation that Wraith silently accepted. She curled up to face him, and he pulled her close, her arm over his. He lightly kissed her forehead as Wraith's breath hitched. She ran her small hand over his back as she often did, running her fingers over the scars. She lightly traced the healed wounds, as sleep overcame her. Elliot always waited until she was asleep before he allowed himself to get any rest at all. Finally, once her arm now rested limply on his side, he let his mind fade away into nothingness.