Occhiolism (#2 in the Hajar Series) [ON HOLD]

nine

chapter nine - boundaries

song of the chapter: naked - sabrina claudio

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"WHAT THE FUCK?"

Farah clutched her towel to her chest, scowling at the man sat on the bed. She glared into his hazel eyes that, like always, had dark marks of sleep deprivation underneath them. "What are you doing here, Azrael?" She felt embarrassed. Did he not know how to knock? She kept her hand tight around the area where the only material covering her folded over.

Azrael seemed indifferent about her irritation, "Relax, you're with my brother. Besides, I don't even swing that way." He leaned back, placing all of his weight on one arm while the other laid limply on his lap.

It took Farah a second to understand what he was insinuating, "Oh." He was gay. "You could still knock, I could've been naked or something. Why are you here?"

Azrael raised a dark, high arched eyebrow. The reaction had her stomach twisting. Although Azrael and Israfil looked far from related, they still had some similar mannerisms, the eyebrow lift being one of them. She sighed, she didn't need to be remembering Israfil at this moment in time. "I heard about what happened at the diner."

Farah scowled, so much for forgetting. She sped walked to the closet, digging through the drawers for some clothes. "'Course you did," she snapped bitterly, grabbing some underwear, a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants.

"I wanted to come to see if you were okay."

Farah nearly choked on her spit. Either she was going crazy or she was living in a goddamn alternate universe. Azrael came to see.... if she was okay? She almost let out a hysterical laugh. She hadn't forgotten how he'd treated her when she first arrived, the accusations he'd thrown her way. Like an outsider, blaming her for things that were out of her control.

"Right," she said, her voice flat and sarcastic, "I suppose you also came to ask me if we could make hot chocolate and braid each other's hair, too?"

Azrael snorted, "please, I can't braid for shit."

"Cut the shit, Azrael," Farah was tired of him beating around the bush, she just wanted to sleep. "What did you actually come here for?" She gestured for him to turn around so she could change while simultaneously continuing the conversation.

He rolled his eyes, turning around so that his back was facing her, his full head of dark hair now in view rather than his face. "Israfil sent me."