The Lost Warrior

"Determined"

""But people are oceans." She shrugged. "You cannot know them by their surface.""

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GRACE'S POV

Just as predicted it was hailing cats and dogs right about now. Twisting under my duvet, I become rigid as I sense an agitated feeling in me. Pulling on a pastel blue hoodie and my white socks, I open the door of my room and skip down the spiral stairs.

I halt to a stop once I notice Scar's room door open, realizing he slept on the couch since his room was under 'construction'.

Following the trace of the up-turned carpet, I move around the large sofa. My heart tugs as I find him laying on the floor muttering incoherent words. Gently placing his head onto my lap, I place my hands above his head. The same familiar warm blue light alights from my hands helping him to ease down.

He was distressed and with the accident being quite recent, sleep maybe triggering his memories. It's probably a good thing, at least he'd remember what had happened to him not that he would share, I think.

His breathing evens out and becomes soft and calm; almost looked peaceful. Somehow helping him brought a small smile to my lips as I catch myself brushing his silky, light, wavy locks. Scolding myself for being in his personal space, a little too quickly I move my hands away.

A groan comes from Scar as he places my hand back into his hair, I give a light chuckle before I continue to comb my fingers through his hair, slowly lulling myself to sleep by leaning against the comfy sofa.

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I'm awaken by the sudden blast of classical music, startled I open my eyes searching for the source. I move away the blanket that was placed on me as I stand from the comfy sofa. Nearing the kitchen I cross my arms trying my best to hold in my chuckle.

Making a bee-line for poor Alexa who was about to be smashed against the floor by Scar, I yank it from his hand and turn the volume down from my smartphone.

"What did Alexa ever do to you?"

"Alexa? Well it just began talking to me, eventually I asked it to play classical music because there was no way...and then it just started playing out of nowhere!"

"...We really did miss quite a lot" Scar whispers more to himself.

"Technology? You'll get used to it in no time-"

"No, I don't want anything to do with it" Scar looks heavenward and scoffs.

"Suit yourself" I give a quick response then run upstairs to freshen up. After a shower and changing into a shirt and dark-washed jeans, I mentally decide my breakfast options.

"Don't you like eggs?" I turn my attention to the second plate settled by Scar, I hadn't noticed it.

"I do, just don't trust it..." I eye the scrambled eggs suspiciously before I inhale it's delicious aroma...looks promising.

"...trust it or me?" I leave his question lingering about as I take a bite and then followed by another. I smile in approval as I butter my toast and pour myself a cup of coffee.

"You're a person who jumps at the opportunity of helping others yet you have trust issues? I'm finding it quite challenging to reciprocate-"

"...But people are oceans. You cannot know them by their surface"

Scar's face sports a smirk as he leans back into his kitchen stool while his dark eyes rake my body. I leave the dishes for now and thank Scar for breakfast.

"What if I told you I love training." His eyes shone with enthusiasm as I click my tongue.

"Still, just the surface" I give a smile as I wrap my hands around his arm helping him although he seemed fit enough to walk himself today. I continued to 'assist' him for touching him just made sparks fly from my fingertips and had my mind going haywire. Scar didn't mind me helping as a calculated smile etched his face as soon as I opened the double doors.

A set-up of training equipment was placed neatly in their respective places, a mini gym I'd like to call it. It was time he began training himself, he was already healing incredibly fast. I move back and observe his reaction, he looked as if he was granted his Christmas wish.

"Will you be joining?" I raise my brows in question and shock.

"I mean, to help me train..." I subconsciously bite my lip as I think it over. Quite the tempting offer.

"Let's start with brisk walking, shall we?" A boyish grin sports his face as I plan of ways to remove that smile. I can't have myself getting too attached, he's distracting enough doing push-ups effortlessly, probably on his 50th one!

I attempt to stop my eyes as I watch the muscles from his back rippling with every push and perfectly carved; imaging my hand raking down as he takes me roughly, fucking-

"Are you done checking me out, I'd like to go out for a run before it gets dark..." I hide my already heating cheeks as I let my curtain bangs frame my face.

"Sure you can, I'll prepare lunch-"

"You're coming as well, Rosey. I'm leaving in 10" With that he blurs out of the room and leaves me a little breathless- what thoughts ran my mind, such a wild imagination.

Throwing on a cropped, white hoodie I twist my long hair into two space buns. I apply cherry lip-balm which gives my lips a magenta tint and re-apply a little mascara to my curled eye-lashes making my grey eyes even more prominent.

I dash down the spiral steps jumping off the last two only to hear a low growl.

"Be careful, Rose." I shrug my shoulders and flash him my pearly whites.

"Don't need another one of us injured."

"Or what, you'd have to return the favour?" Something flashes through his eyes as he corners me just below the steps. My heart leaps in my throat as I crane my neck to look up to him, our chests merely inches apart with my arms pinned above my head by one of his; leaving me helpless.

"I always do...and that's a promise, Rose"...