nyctophillia

chapter. O2 - who is this young man?

"oh yes- i'm really very sorry, i'm yelena, and why i'm here well— it's a long story. anyway what's your name?" said yelena, sort of rambling.

he nodded slightly as if he was judging her and walked off without answering her question, he seemed around the same age as her- maybe a year or two older.

"nice to meet you too." she muttered under her breath rolling her eyes.

the brunette looked around trying to find the benevolent women, that helped her the night before. yelena admired some of the rooms on the way, they were so beautifully decorated, she noticed the small imperfections that made it a perfection in itself, the house was old, she could tell by the small cobwebs hanging over the unusually large doors, she adored the homely pieces of decoration that were stationed on the wooden shelves, hanging sturdily on the basic white walls. she entered their breakfast room, "ah darling, please help yourself to some breakfast, you too adham." said the lady, who was adham's grandmother.

"no really- it's okay i should head out." yelena replied nervously, she didn't want to be a bother, she bit into her lip.

"do you even know where you're headed and how you're going to get there?" she asked. "we can arrange somewhere for you to stay or feel free to stay here as long as you want." she replied heartily, a mothering tone in her voice.

"i really don't want to trouble you, it's most appreciated that you let me stay even one night- i'd hate to bother you."

"no really- it's no trouble, now have a seat." the older women answered sternly, motioning to a robust wooden chair.

yelena hadn't a clue what to say, but her face pretty much showed her appreciation in itself. the boy glared at her from the other end of the table, his verdant green eyes practically staring into her soul, the female felt slightly intimidated but she'd never show it, two reasons. one- she didn't want to come off as someone who is easily scared and two she wasn't going to feed into his ego.

first impressions are fairly important, the older woman, elizabeth thought she was a charming soul, and she thought she was a lovely girl, helpful. although she knocked on the door at a spontaneous time of night, she was glad to could of been bothered to wake up.

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"thank you for the breakfast." yelena said finally coming up with the courage to say something- she had to, she was too polite to not mention atleast a word of 'thank you' whilst mid-eating her breakfast, which consisted of some lovely toast, creamed with some luscious strawberry jam. as used a napkin to clean herself up, realising she made a mess of herself.

"would you like any help with the work?" the brunette asked.

"no it's quite alright dear, you may rest, or when adham comes back- he could give you a tour." she replied and yelena gave her a simple nod and smile and skipped out the room, unconsciously feeling quite jittery, she didn't look forward to a tour with adham, but every situation had a silver lining, perhaps he'll grow to atleast treat her with the basic human decency.

she headed up to her room, took a while to find her way back, the mansion wasn't small, it seemed eerily strange, in a way she couldn't explain. the walls seemed ancient, but elegant. she'd seen movies about this kind of house— with lovely little dresses from different time periods, and men dressed up in their suits, the women decked up in formal dresses, their life seemed so simple; too good to be true almost.

she flipped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling, she liked to do so— it was bit of a habit now, it 'calmed' her, maybe because the blankness of the ceiling could sort of express her thoughts, blank like a sheet of paper.

she sat up, and looked around, set up her stuff and stopped briefly when she felt a pair of burning eyes looking at her, accessing her. she looked over to see the young boy, with the raven curly hair. "oh hello-" yelena said, starting conversation, and she was bit of an awkward character and realised she had no idea what to say.

"follow me, i'm giving you a tour." he voiced flatly, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

the young gentleman who wasn't so gentle. guided her throughout the house, he didn't act as cold towards her, yelena made a small assumption about him; he seemed reserved, someone who kept to himself - he gave an aura of someone who enjoyed painting and reading but she couldn't be sure of course, it was safe to say yelena was more than fascinated- that would be an understatement. she was in awe- she'd never really had the experience of living in such a regal looking house, despite only two people lived there.

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the female had a fairly well assumption of where each room was thanks to adhams splendid house tour. she swung by adhams room, she wanted to get on his good side, although she couldn't understand why, he was everything but welcoming to her so far, but she couldn't resist if she hadn't atleast tried.

she went to his room door, she suddenly got a jittery feeling in her stomach, nerves. she was about to turn back but her hand went to the door and hesitatingly went to the door and knocked twice on the oak wood door.

"come in." came a voice.

she opened the door and stood awkwardly in the doorway, "i was wondering what you're up to." she said, mentally cursing herself, that sounded interfering and not the impression she wanted to give.

"not that it's any of your business but i was doing some reading." he replied, with a look of amusement plastered on his face.

"you can read to if you want, i have a shelf of books over there." he voiced, whilst motioning to a shelf full of books.