Elliere Braim

0.2 What Is

Elliere awoke with a groan. His head pounding a familiar yet no less annoying rhythm in his skull. He rubbed his face and pried open his. sleep filled eyes with much effort. As he inhaled a deep breath, his eyes opened wider at a strange smell lingering around and on him. His two toned eyes immediately sought the figure draped across him. She was human, no less, and very much curled around him...naked. He winced, hating the way they always seemed to show up and he never seemed to remember how. Every time he wished to drink his past memories away, he also drank so much he washed the current ones away too. He sighed as he took in her brown head of hair and naked back, she appeared so peaceful and it made Elliere wish he'd never been thinking with his díck last night because he was about to come off as a huge díck to the poor woman who came willingly to his bed.

He passed a rough hand over his face and gently pried himself from the brunette's clingy hold; her stirring only slightly before letting out a soft sigh. He told himself it never got any easier to kick them out and he should just quit drinking to stop crushing so many females feelings...But he never did. It was one of the many terrible habits of his. It hadn't always been, but the days where he had wanted a mate had long passed and he never tried again. It was something he hadn't aquired until after that one day.

Pushing the memories he had drank himself to blackness last night into the deep, dark depths in his mind, Elliere tip toed his way to the bathroom in total silence after pulling on a pair of crumpled jeans from his floor. He knew he wouldn't cause her to awaken from himself, he was a Lupus, he had a unique way of remaining silent even if he wasn't trying to be.

He reached the bathroom at a pace faster than he intended, but nevertheless he approached the sink, purposely avoiding looking at his mismatched eyes and flicked the tap to cold. When the water was uncomfortably cold and made him want to flinch away from it, he plunged his hands underneath it and splashed it onto his face to awaken better. With a gasp from the onslaught of cold, he raised his face to the mirror and flinched at the sight of his one green eye swirling with little black flecks and his utterly pitch black eye that frightened all ages. Not only did Elliere scare off people with his odd eye, it was a horrid reminder of just what the Jaecars had done to him. He had already been a Lone Wolf, but now Elliere was an outsider to even people. It somehow stung a lot more when all people were afraid of you and each Lupus you came across seemed to not like you.

With another sigh that Elliere held in, he turned to what he had been prolonging: the sleeping brunette in his bed. He never liked being the ásshole, it wasn't fun and it wasn't like he enjoyed the hurt that often bloomed on their faces when he told them they needed to leave. And then the rage that followed was even worse, some screamed, some threw things, some left sad, but came back later to slap him as he answered the door and walk away. It was never any of their fault either, they were all attractive and deserved more than the one-night stand he gave them all, but.. it wasn't meant to be... not anymore. Elliere stopped near his bed, quickly scooped up his eye patch and slid it in place over his black eye and took in the brunette, her bare back and the sheet that covered the rest of her nudity. He briefly considered making her breakfast and leaned towards his door, but just as he was trying to decide, she moved -- stretching then sighing contently -- and Elliere decided to take that as his sign.

He shifted to the door and leaned against it, watching her awaken because despite kicking them all out, he did allow them to wake up properly.. he could only be so much of a díck. Hell, he never remembered their names, what they did... nothing and that was why he wanted them gone. It was shameful to him and he almost always regretted things, but never stopped. He couldn't stop anymore, his life was never going to be a happy one again. Not the kind he wanted anyways, not anymore.

He watched the pretty brown-haired woman awaken rather cutely. After she stretched, she released a satisfied sigh until she had blinked enough times to note he wasn't still in the bed with her. Then she was sitting up swiftly, clutching the sheet to her bare chest as she glanced around. When she spotted Elliere who was topless, but wearing jeans, a very confused look crossed her face. Elliere groaned inside his head. She was very pretty and he hated that she'd probably cry or slap him, but he knew it had to be done.

He waited a few more minutes as she struggled to form a sentence and allowed her to speak.

"W-what are you doing up?" She asked, timid and tentative.

With a long, released sigh, Elliere said, "Look, I don't know what I said to you last night or what actually even happened since I don't know how you got here, but.. you need to leave."

He watched her face clear of confusion and then fall in disappointment. But much to his surprise, she just murmured a small, "Oh, okay," and motioned for him to leave so she could dress. He quickly gave her the privacy she asked for and minutes later she emerged from the bedroom in the now wrinkled dress from the night before, he presumed. She didn't look at him as he walked her to the door and it confused him how she was so accepting when so many weren't.

As he opened the door for her and allowed her out, she paused just outside his door and looked up at him with pretty hazel eyes. Something about the emotion swirling in them bothered Elliere, though he couldn't be sure just what.

"Thank you. Even though you might not remember anything, I had a good time. And..." she bit her lip, her eyes flicking to the floor. "If you'd ever like to...do this again, uhm, I left my number on a piece of paper on your bed."

Elliere stared at the brunette, he didn't even know her name and yet... he considered the possibility. "What's your name?"

Startled, she looked up and then murmured, "Mercy. Mercy Rains."

He nodded and then grunted, "I'll think about it, Mercy."

With her hazel eyes wide, she nodded and gave a small smile before turning and walking away. Elliere stood there longer than he should have, longer than he normally would have and felt something... abnormal stir within his chest. With another grunt and rake through his shaggy hair, he stepped back into his apartment, shut the door and turned to find his pipe. As he filled it with the green plant and began to smoke away his feelings, he couldn't help, but wonder briefly before the high took him away, if he'd ever call Mercy Rains again.