A villain takes with the desire of outsmarting the enemy by any means possible. Saros is no different. He fights the hero, commits evil deeds, and strikes fear into the hearts of all the citizens of Wallowdale, but what he thought to be his nemesis'...
•Y/N: Your Name •H/L: Hair Length •E/C: Eye Color •H/C: Hair Color
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When the sun shines upon Saros' unusual face through the glass window, his black lashes flutter open to reveal his icy orbs. He squints at the bright light and blinks rapidly to adjust to it as he lifts his head. It was then that he noticed the extra weight pushing against his shoulder. When he looks over at the culprit and finds his prisoner comfortably resting there, his heart nearly leapt out of his chest as he stares at her sleeping face with wide eyes. The man gulps as his spots start to glow faintly among the dark patches on his face.
He certainly didn't expect this. The light shines on her H/L, H/C hair that messily frames her relaxed facial features as gentle breaths blow past her slightly parted lips. Being careful not to wake the sleeping woman, Saros moves away a few of the strands that hung in front of Y/N's face. When he first stole her away, she was dressed nicely with makeup perfectly put on her face and her hair neatly brushed. Though she now is a more disheveled version of herself, he still finds her just as pleasing to look at. Who is he to judge looks anyway?
A small smile tugs at his lips until a sudden pang of guilt strikes his heart. Today will likely be the last time she'll be so close to him, for it's time to use her to draw out his nemesis for his new plan. A part of him felt bad for using her, but he can't turn back now. Deadline's up. He had already informed his men of that yesterday. If he took it back now, he'd look weak in front of his followers, and that won't turn out well.
'I'mgoingtomissher.' His fingertips trail down her soft cheek down to her chin before he wraps his arms around her lightly. He couldn't stop thinking about the hug she gave him after hearing the truth of his background. It warmed his heart and nearly brought him to tears that day. He had come to terms with how his life had turned out, but that was honestly the first hug he has ever received since abandonment, perhaps even before that.
He was nothing his his family, and, sometimes, he wondered if his mother ever watched him on T.V. Did she regret leaving him, or did she tell herself that she was right all along, that her son truly is a monster? He doesn't care to know the answer. That woman is a stranger to him, nothing but a faint memory in the back of his head, and, yet, when Y/N comforted him, it brought back emotions that he had buried deep into the depths of his mind. Saros gives a soft sigh.
'As much as I would love to stay here all day, there's still work to be done.' And, so, he stands, scooping his prisoner into his arms. Her head rests against his shoulder as he brings her over to the bed to place her inside the bottom bunk. He then covers her with the blankets before grabbing his cape, which had been draped over the side of the top bunk, and putting that over her as well. Y/N had taken quite a liking to the worn out piece of clothing that he had been thinking of replacing.
He found it funny whenever she'd use it to wrap herself up when she got cold, since it was so large on her. Even now, her hands unconsciously grip the fabric as she turns onto her side. Another sad smile appears on his lips as he backs away to his dresser to pull out his outfit for today battle. He picks out black, low-heeled boots that reach below his knees with silver buckles lining the sides, dark grey pants, a black, fitted undershirt, and a black and blue coat that will keep him warm in the cold weather.
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