Thief In the Night

For the first time in ages...

Cordelia woke up feeling fully rested. Smiling, she turned her attention to the couch in her room. A sleeping, shirtless Therion still laid on her couch, one arm flung over his eyes. Blushing slightly, she shook her head and threw her covers aside and headed to her closet. She pulled out a pair of pants that she had gotten from S'warkii and a soft, snug shirt. She dressed quickly, wondering if she should wake up Therion.

She went down to the kitchen to inform the cooks that she needed a meal big enough for two. With that done, she walked back upstairs, feeling as light as air. Shutting the door to her room, she heard a rustling noise behind her. Turning to find the source, she saw Therion sitting up, beginning to stretch. She observed him as he did so, in the same way a scholar would watch their experiment. He had the perfect build for a thief—not so heavy that it would hinder his movement, yet strong enough to let him hold his own in a fight.

"Good morning, Therion. I hope you slept well."

"It's the best sleep I've had in a long while, since I've had to sleep on the ground for a while now."

"I bet it's been a long time since you had a nice, big breakfast as well. I asked the cooks to make breakfast for two, it should be finished soon, so we can head downstairs whenever you would like," she replied, sitting down next to him. She could feel the heat emanating from his arm, strangely soothed by the sensation. If his hands hadn't been in his lap, she would have reached out to hold one.

"It definitely has been a while," he said, standing up and stretching once more. He picked his shirt out of his pile of folded clothes, shook it a couple of times, and slid it on. His long, thin fingers, perfect for playing the piano, quickly got his shirt buttoned. "Let's head downstairs now, then. I think I'll enjoy a warm breakfast." He stood up, holding his hand out to help her up. She swiftly grabbed it, and hand in hand, they walked downstairs.

Halfway down, Cordelia felt herself falling. Then, just as soon as she realized it, she felt herself stop. Somehow, Therion had caught her.