𝖙𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 (ʰ.ˢʰⁱⁿˢᵒᵘ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ)

chapter 2

𝐤𝐞𝐲: (𝐞/𝐜) - 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 || (𝐥/𝐭) - 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞/𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || (𝐟/𝐜) - 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 ||

 (𝐠/𝐬) - 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝/𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 || (𝐟/𝐟) - 𝐟𝐚𝐯. 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

the soft patter of the gentle rain outside echoed throughout the soft lilac walls in the unknown room. a bright light shone directly at you through the curtains, even though it was gloomy and raining out. you whine and lazily rub your eyes open, sitting up to take in the view around you. white chiffon curtains cover the window to the right of you, which had taken up most of the wall it was on. across from you  in the corner was a small desk with a light-green colored lamp sitting atop it. a small matching stool made of the softest grey velvet you'd ever seen was tucked neatly under the desk. a dresser of the same type sat in between the desk and the door while a small painting of a waterfall hung neatly on the wall. to the left of the door was a mirror with a dark colored frame that stood just outside of the door's range of motion. to the right of you was a small bedside table with a lamp the same color as the one on the desk, a small dish filled with a couple of unknown pills, and a glass of water. the bed you were in was maybe a queen, and the sheets were oh-so-luxurious. 

as you snuggled under the plush comforter and turned to your left to bury your face into the soft pillow, that was when you saw him.

the same purple-haired teen from that painting was sitting in an armchair the same color as the stool in the opposite corner, head resting against one hand while his other was gently resting on a book. but he was...

' asleep?'  you cocked your head in confusion as you continued to study the sleeping figure in the corner next to you. 

'what's he doing in here? was he watching me sleep? did he do something to me?'  your mind was racing when you looked down and suddenly noticed...

'why the hell am i not in my clothes?!'

the rags that could barely be called clothing you wearing the night before had been replaced with a square neck nightgown that was a soft daisy white; it was a little (l/t) on you, but it would do. 

'at least i still have my underwear on...' 

all that rustling around you did in the bed while panicking for a little bit must've woke the boy up, since he stirred in his sleep a bit before opening his eyes as a sleepy yawn escaped his lips. his book was still in his lap as he stretched out a bit and looked around, his eyes finally landing on the figure across from him. 

"well it looks like you slept well after watching me sleep you pervert!!" the girl mumbled as she crossed her arms and looked away from him. 

"well i kind of had to, since i basically healed all of your wounds from last night." he stated bluntly. "i swear i couldn't have told you apart from a mauled animal from the state you were in. had you not broken into my house like you did, you were as good as dead out there."

"oh right... sorry about that." you say as one of your hands held the back of your neck bashfully.

while memories of the previous night flashed through your mind, the teen stood up allowing you to get a better look at his figure. he stood roughly at about five feet nine, a bit lanky, but he was definitely a sight for sore eyes if you'd ever seen one. 

you watched him as he walked over the nightstand and handed you the small dish full of pills, now standing directly above you with the glass of water in the other.