Falling to Dulcina

Falling

A few quiet minutes had crept by, sinking Luna deeper into comfort and relaxation; until an interrupting shout was heard followed by a loud splash and then a quieter splash right after.
Of course upon hearing the unexpected shout, Luna's tired eyes snapped open; she glared at her white ceiling dyed pink from the sun before easing off the sofa with an irritated grunt.
"What the fuck just happened?" She asked herself, as her breath hit the window she had walked over to. The view consisted of the water that surrounded the back of every house on the block, and at first she saw nothing in the water until her eyes found something bright orange contrasting with the deep blue waves. Oh.
It was an orange-haired man in the water, he looked truly frightened and thrashed around in the water, trying to swim to the nearest back yard he could see.
As Luna watched all this intrigued and the most puzzled she'd ever been, it hadn't crossed her mind yet to help him; but then she noticed him swimming towards her house, prompting her to scramble into the tube elevator, and dash down to the ground floor only to see the strange man still struggling in the water and trying to climb over the small barrier at the back of her yard.
Luna slipped on some shoes that were in the kitchen, and padded her feet along the cream white tiles as she reached the slide-doors, rushing outside in the evening heat.
There he was, hair drenched and sticking to his pale face which held fear in its delicate features.
Luna smiled and shook her head as she came hither.
The strange man noticed her, and didn't seem less frightened, in fact, nothing had changed except his focus on her. A dry, pair of chalky white hands reached out in front of the man's shining face.
At first he didn't seem sure, but Luna smiled warmly and nodded her head towards her hands, setting her eyes to lock with his as if to tell him to hold hers.
Strange eyes he had, something Luna hadn't seen before. One pupil bigger than the other, but it wasn't too obvious.
Eventually the handsome stranger had decided it was safe to hold on to her, and extended an arm only to be tightly gripped by her hand.
His wrists were small, and bony.
Luna had both of her hands gripped on his arms and pulled him upwards, grimacing, and putting all her strength into lifting what seemed like a grown man.
He was pretty light though, for a man.
The stranger fell onto the white concrete with a groan, wiping the heavy lock of hair away from his fair face and noticed the strange woman kneel down in front of him.
"Are you alright?" She asked with a calm and soothing voice.
The man, with maximum effort, sat up, still wiping his drenched hair from his soaking forehead. He was soaked head to toe. Shame, he was wearing an expensive sharp suit.
Luna helped him up, took his hand and led him inside her home, he left a few puddles of water in the kitchen but she didn't mind. He was very unsure of the tube lift, so he just took the stairs, clinging on to the railing, clutching her hand with his free one.
They reached the lounge and the man just... stood there looking completely lost. He was very, very thin. Another look at him, and Luna had to ask what his deal was.
"Wait, wait. Tell me your name first."
"Thomas... Jerome Newton."
He had a very different accent from Luna, but nonetheless spoke the same language as her.
"Oh wow, I love your accent. I'm Luna,"
Thomas would've told Luna the truth right away, but he remembered that she could tell the government and he could put himself in a lot of trouble.
He faltered, and decided not to say anything at all. Just look at her, worried.
Luna crept closer along the cream carpet.
"It's alright, tell me. It's okay."
Thomas took a huge leap of faith and told her the truth, not all of it, but enough to cover her confusion of how the heck he just landed in the water all of a sudden like that.
"I'm from Anthea. My capsule crash landed... In the water, and so did I. I'm sorry." He apologised, tilting his head downwards.
"No, it's fine. Come on let's get you some dry clothes." Luna suggested, leading him further upstairs to the bedrooms and into her closet room.
She walked through the White automatic door, and urged him to walk through it since he'd never seen that before.
Thomas admired the vast selection of clothes in the walk-in closet.
"So, just pick anything to wear, and I'll take your suit afterwards and I'll see that it's dried for you."
Luna started, walking out and waiting outside the room for him while he seemingly changed clothes.
"So," her voice seeped through the closed door.
"Anthea. What're you doing here?"
His delicate voice rang gently through the door,
"Oh, just moving I guess."
"Forever?"
"Probably," his voice became clearer as he crept out the door, wearing pastel pink flared trousers with a light green long sleeved crop top. Oh, and purple polka dot socks. Thomas was clearly a little embarrassed about his new outfit, but they were the only articles of clothing he could find that weren't skirts or dresses.
Luna started giggling and couldn't help herself, as he sheepishly handed her his wet clothes and shoes.
"Alright," she started, trying to lessen her giggles.
"I'll get this stuff sorted. You just go downstairs to the lounge and make yourself at home. Call me if you need anything."
Thomas obliged and his cotton-clad feet slipped a little in his step on the shiny floor.
He reached the lounge and perched on the end of the peculiarly-shaped white sofa, admiring the room and the strange objects it held.