Entropy

Chapter twenty-three: Scent

It was early morning when (y/n) woke, Polnareff was still asleep. She felt him breathing steadily. His large and muscular arm was wrapped over her. The blind woman let her stand out to see his face. In the dim light of the early morning, she saw his peaceful face. He looked so gentle. The young woman gave him a small kiss on the cheek and got out of his arms. She got out of bed and made some coffee that was provided with the room. She opened the balcony door and walked out onto the balcony. Entropy hovered behind her, giving her a good look of the sights around her. It was beautiful. The cool breeze blew past her. Her hand ran over the scars on her thigh. Angry looking scars and burn scars littered her skin.
The stars twinkled above her. The moon was still bright. She held a cup of coffee in the other hand, the warmth of the coffee protected her from becoming too cold. She heard Polnareff rousing from sleep. (Y/n) took a sip of her coffee as the breeze blew her hair. Entropy floated right beside her to let her see the scenery below her. The woman heard Polnareff get up and softly call her name. "I'm out here.," She Called to him.

The silver hair Frenchman got out of the bed and looked out the balcony door to see the young woman on the balcony. She was leaning forward, propped up on the banister as the wind blew her hair. Polnareff could not help but to stare for a moment. What a sight to greet him. He saw the stand floating beside her. "Mon cher, what are you doing out here so early?," Polnareff asked, "come back inside, we can go back to sleep." "You can sleep, Jean. I've slept enough.," the blind woman replied. She felt his big and warm hands take hers before she was pulled in a warm and caring embrace. His hair was still down long. Her free hand removed itself and she reached up to touch Polnareff's head, his hair.
She felt a small kiss on her head. "The sun is not even up, Mon cher.," Polnareff murmured. "It's not, but I can't sleep.," the young woman replied. Polnareff's head set on her unbitten shoulder. She turned and kissed his cheek, "I'm okay. Just have a lot to think about." "You can think later, we need sleep.," The muscular Frenchman spoke softly. The blind woman felt his embrace tighten a little. He was being careful to not touch her inappropriately.  "Fine.," (y/n) finally conceded and was not surprised when Polnareff scooped her up to carry her back. He was still careful to not touch her where he shouldn't.

Back under the covers they went after (y/n)'s coffee cup was set down. The silver haired Frenchman closed his blue eyes to relax more in the comfortable bed. He released a contented sigh. The fingers of the woman with him found their way to his hair. "Is my hair that fascinating, Mon cher?," the Frenchman asked the blind woman. "It is. It's so pretty.," (y/n) answered as she played with the hair, "It's surprisingly silky." Polnareff enjoyed the attention he was getting from her. He moved so he had his head on her shoulder as she played with his hair. (Y/n) stopped and her face 'looked' to Polnareff, "If you have a question Jean, please ask." "I wanted to ask more about what it was like when  you were held captive.," The Frenchman spoke.
"I already told you what happened. I did some tasks and gave Santana attention when he needed it.," the young woman replied, "Santana and I were left alone for the most part." "There was no threat against your life?," Polnareff asked. "None. At least... after I got on Santana's good side.," she responded, "But there were the times that I interacted with Wamuu. He was pretty nice." "What did you do to get on his good side, Mon Cher?," Polnareff asked. "Something like this.," (y/n) replied, "I think he likes to have company." "What man would not enjoy the company of such a beautiful woman?," the Frenchman mused and kissed her shoulder. The woman smiled and gave Polnareff a kiss on his forehead, "Affectionate, hm?" "Perhaps.," Polnareff answered with a smile.

The Frenchman dozed again as the young woman was playing with his Hair still. She did not seem to be as tired as he was. He woke up later to an empty bed and the young woman drinking more coffee. He took some coffee for himself then fixed his hair as he liked it. "Well, it is time to go on a boat tour of singapore. So many things to see.," the Frenchman declared. The blind woman chuckled, "Oh Polpol. I hope you and the others enjoy the sights." "Oh...," Polnareff said and deflated. The young woman got up and got ready after he was finished in the bahroom. "Were going to be going to a restaurant tonight, I hope you don't mind.," the silver haired Frenchman told the woman. "I don't. The food culture seems interesting.," (y/n) replied, "And there are many smells and sounds." She had changed into another outfit, her signature veil held in place by her circlet.
She finished her coffee, "Ready to go, Jean?" "Y-yeah.," Polnareff said and offered her his arm, "We need to get you a new cane." "You can. Or we can continue to be like lovebirds.," the blind woman teased. "Would you rather be lovebirds, Mon cher?," Polnareff asked. He turned to the blind woman with a grin, he was met with a kiss to his nose. "Would you?," She asked after giving him the kiss. "If you keep flirting like this, we might just be.," the Frenchman smiled and led the young woman out of their room and to where they would wait for the others.