Embers || Ikemen Revolution || Sirius

Chapter 10 ~ Chats

It was 8:00 pm now, and everyone was in the main lounge, chatting happily. Sirius went around as usual, fixing some things up. Whether it's cutting the salads, cleaning up spilled drinks, or just handing out food to people.

You know, he wouldn't make a bad waiter, with how attentive and polite he is.

"Seth, I'm gonna beat you at arm wrestling this time," Fenrir shouted to the blue haired man.

My eyebrows raised up as I watched the two guys. Seth really does look so delicate! Did Fenrir never beat him before?

"Don't be so ridiculous," Seth said, a smirk on his face. "I'm gonna wipe the floor with you again today!"

"Hey, Emberlynn," Ray said from beside me. "Who are you gonna bet on?"

"If Ray wins the bet, I'll have to make his favourite food," Luka piped in by us. "And if I win, then I get cuddles from Ray's cat."

I shrugged my shoulders as I leaned forwards. "Seth looks so delicate, but according to Fenrir's wording, he's always won before?"

"That's right," Luka said as we watched the two.

I smiled slightly. "Maybe I'll bet some other time. You two have fun though!"

Luka nodded his head, his shoulder length black hair swaying slightly with the movement. "I'm gonna bet on Seth today again," he said.

"Then I'm gonna go for Fenrir," Ray replied.

As the two men arm wrestled, and everyone leaned forwards in anticipation, trying to see what would happen, I silently slipped away from the crowdedness and watched from the sidelines. I've always been the one watching, not the one playing.

"Would you like dessert," Sirius asked as he came over to me. I smiled up at him, taking the orange sherbet in his hands.

"Thank you," I chirped as I scooped the delicious ice cream into my mouth. It was so creamy and delicious, let me guess, you made it yourself as well.

I watched as everyone cheered for the two men, Sirius occasionally cheering with them as well. He never really spoke that much, and if you didn't pay attention, you might miss him. He's strong and capable, yet he doesn't like showing it off to others. As if part of him wants to just meld into the shadows away from everything else.

Suddenly, Sirius' amethyst eyes turned to me. "Is that a habit of yours," he asked out of the blue.

I tilted my head curiously. "Hm? What is?"

"Staring at people you've just met. You were watching during yesterday's training, as well as today's meeting."

I felt a slight blush spread across my cheeks. Oops, guess I've been caught. I leaned my head forwards, grateful that I had released my hair from it's ponytail earlier today, after I was done with all the work. It hid my reddish face from view.

"Maybe," I hummed, twirling a piece of coppery red hair in my fingers. I watched as it danced in the light, my dad's red hair. "I just," I paused.

How am I supposed to word this without sounding like a creep? I find you fascinating? I find you wondrous? I find you weird? Captivating? I don't want him to get the wrong idea!

"It's nothing," I murmured, pulling my legs up to hide my face.

"Nothing, hm?" Sirius leaned back onto the couch, crossing his arms. He didn't look as if he was buying it.

I don't blame him. I'm a terrible liar, or so I've been told. I peeked at the older man over my knees. Does he look angry? Maybe? Kind of? Is he angry? I hope not. But maybe he is, just a little bit.