Selenophilla (Moonknight)

''evenings'' { Marc Spector / Moonknight }

You released a huff as you once again looked upon the familiar ladder you had climbed up and down numerous times in the past. Gripping the first rung with your left hand, you hoist yourself up exactly enough so your feet no longer touched the gravely paraphernalia of your apartment complexes roof.

Whilst you hold yourself against the ladder, you raise the book you held in your other hand, taking a look at the aged, hard-back novel that read in words bold enough to be seen in the dark of the night; Egyptian Hieroglyphics.

You took a moment to study the cover that seemingly never got old, with the real treat being the information that lay within the pages. After doing so, you sighed softly with a sheer smile and tucked the book between your teeth as you proceeded to heave yourself up the ladder and ascend towards a different, more elevated part of the roof.

You tried to keep as much of your spit off the book as you could. But to no avail. Hopefully, it wouldn't be as much as last time. You rolled your eyes at the thought.

You neared your destination at the top of the ladder, then peeked your head up, where your eyes surveyed the vacant awning. Though, it wasn't totally empty.

Straight ahead, standing patiently on the other end of the top of the building, was a man. A man who was far from having the look of just any ordinary person.

He donned a suit. A suit made of what one could only assume to be white, outworn ropes and twines that covered his body from head to toe, giving him the shared resemblance of a mummy.

The cloak that accompanied him; hooded, and occasionally shielding his eyes from view always blew elegantly whenever a breeze happened to occur, never failing to entirely captivate you.

And his eyes.

Oh, you couldn't forget about his eyes.

Enticing they were as they radiated just as bright as the moon. Seeming as if they could not only see one's soul, but their past, and what the future had to offer them as well.

You saw yourself lucky for being able to stare into them as many times as you did. That you could gaze into them knowing they glanced back and recognized you as an ally. You were fortunate you could look upon him, knowing that he wouldn't be the cause of an untimely death on your hand.

Along with that, a specific question that always seemed to linger in the air followed; Why did he choose to take time out of his night to meet with me?

Truth is, not even the deity himself could answer that. For if he was asked, all he could say is that he found you particularly fetching. No matter how much of a boring person you claimed yourself to be.

You sometimes annoyed the ever-living shit out of him but deep down he appreciated your persistent rambling and incredibly dry humor.

A funny sensation rippled throughout him at the very sight of you. He yearned for it whenever you were apart, and managed to contain it when you were around, just so you wouldn't take note of it.

He knew he had things to do. Better things to do. The nagging voice inside his head would correct him, but the time he got to spend with you was much more important than any of it. All of it could wait.

Grinning as much as the book in your mouth would allow, you quickened your pace and climbed on top of the canopy.

Just as your feet touched the grit the avatar looked over his shoulder. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to come." He called out to you, his voice which was primarily monotone now meshed with tamed happiness.

"I may or may not have dozed off while reading novellas." You laughed softly after taking the book from your jaws, using your sleeve to wipe the saliva that was left on its spine.