It was a cool Summer morning. By the seaside the waves were calm and the sun was shining. Causing the golden sand to shine back. Chairs was taking a stroll that morning. As the keeper of the nearby lighthouse his duty was to make sure the ships were safe at night. Thankfully it was only a tad before noon, and no ships were scheduled to sail for the next few days. So they were ultimately free until then. As they were walking they heard a high pitched squeak come from a rock a few feet away from him. Charis picked up the pace, breaking into a run. The wind was cool against his skin, but their boots skidded in the sand as they approached. Charis was worried an animal was hurt. Like a fish or seal? They scaled the side of the rock and looked behind it.
He spotted a small naked woman sitting there. Seemingly she made the noise. She was looking up at Charis. Anxiety shimmered like fish scales in her pale blue eyes. Charis kept his eyes away from anything private, unwrapping his trench coat from his waist and handing it to the woman.
"Here." He said firstly, a hefty Russian accent coated his words.
They leaned down to cover the woman when she was hesitant to take the coat. His large honey pigmented eyes darted away from her.
"What are you doing out here? Did you fall of a ship or something?" Charis asked her. The woman stared at Charis for a moment. "No..." She answered shortly and quietly. "Oh? Well, what happened?" He asked, kneeling down to her. "Don't know..." She blinked, not being able to think of something quickly."Okay then, let's get you to the lighthouse first. I think I've got clothes that'll fit you..." They thought aloud.
"Lighthouse?" She questioned.
"Heh, you must be a foreigner...can you stand?" Charis asked. She shook her head no. Charis sighed softly, and scooped the woman up. Her large, soft thighs pressed against their arms. Charis was lanky with the wiry kind of strength given to someone who'd worked a lot and eaten much less. He scaled the rock and led her to the lighthouse. He hummed as he walked.
Upon arriving, he set the lady down and moved to unlock the door. She looked up at him in awe at their skills. Amazing skills such as walking...and walking up a rock...She turned pink with humiliation. She wasn't as cool as that.
They scooped her up again, having to physically lean down to make it through the door. He cupped the back of her head, their hand getting lost in the sea of long lavender colored curls as his knuckles grazed painfully against the door frame. Their fluffy, brown hair flopped in their eyes. Their sharp features twisted into a pained grimace.
"You hurt?" The lady asked quietly, noticing his expression. "It's nothing..." Charis replied. Settling her on his couch. "I will be right back. 'M getting you some proper clothes." Just like that, Charis disappears deeper into the lighthouse. The woman watched him go nervously.
Charis returned with an oversized blouse and black pants. "Here, if the pants are to big I can give you a belt or...something." He trailed off. Leaving her to change.
The woman came through the door a few minutes later while Charis was preparing lunch. Spotchka? Pelmeni? One couldn't tell, but it smelled delicious. They hummed as they worked, one hand bandaged and the other somewhat shaky as they sliced mushrooms.
"Can you help me?" The lady's voice sounded from behind them. Charis turned to see the woman in only the blouse. Hanging onto a chair for leg support. Holding the pants in one hand. The blouse was thankfully long enough to cover everything important, but leaving her squishy thighs bare. "Pants are hard to get on..." She admitted.
"Oh my-." Charis chuckled softly, holding her up. Explaining to her how to put pants on like he would a child. "Oh...okay." She whispered afterwards, feeling stupid now.
They smiled at her. "Sorry." They nodded, turning back to their cooking. "I'm makin spotcka pelmeni for lunch. Hope you enjoy it."
"Okay..." She said confused. Must've not known what it was. Obviously she was not from a Russian background...
After a minute of silence Charis tried to spark up conversation again. "Do you have a name? I'm Charis." He introduced himself. "Char-is?" She titled her head. "Mmmhmmm." Charis nodded "My name is Charis and I own this lighthouse." Charis could tell She was analyzing him even when his back was turned.
"Do you have a name miss?" Charis asked. Curiousity sparkled in his eyes.
"L-Lillian..." She answered hesitantly.
