Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20171230093314/@comment-24852191-20180102014103


 * The next day comes and Claud and Glenda eat with Elena, David, and Solomon. Elena looks up at them. Neither Claud or Glenda are eating much.

Elena: Are you ok?


 * Claud looks at her and smiles slightly.

Claud: We’re fine. Thank you for asking.


 * Elena smiles her kind and pleasant smile.

Elena: You are most welcome. Now, where is Mr. Romeo? He will miss my breakfast. He always loves my strudel.

Claud: He...Uh...He’s....Uh.....

Glenda: He has to go back home. His wife and children are ill.


 * Elena smiles.

Elena m: Ah, well that’s understandable. A good family man. Hm, yes, my boys would rush home if they even hear that I got a foot sore. Right?


 * Both boys smile at their mother.

David: Yes, mother.

Solomon: Anytime for you, mother.


 * She kisses both of them and looks at Claud.

Elena: And your friend?


 * Claud raises an eyebrow.

Elena: The one you said was to arrive last night?

Claud: Oh. He’s upstairs sleeping. He caught a cold and is tired from the flight.

Elena: Aw, poor thing. I brewed some tea. I can take it up to him.


 * She gets up with a class of hot tea she just poured for herself.

Claud: Oh, please don’t. It’s fine.

Glenda: He’ll be well.

Elena: Oh, hush. Think nothing of it.


 * She goes upstairs as Claud and Glenda look at each other with worried eyes. She enters the room and immediately spots Dark Charger’s body. She walks over and talks to herself.

Elena: Oh my.


 * She blushes slightly as she looks at his well built body and handsome face that held a slightly wicked yet subductive look to it. At least, what she could see that wasn’t covered by his robe. She notices his paleness.

Elena: Must not get sun light much. No wonder he has a cold.


 * She leans in and presses two fingers to the jugular of his neck as she checks for a pulse.

Elena: Relatively low heart rate. This is not normal for a cold.


 * She steps back.

Elena: Uh, sir?


 * No response.

Elena: Sir?


 * Charger’s head only moves slightly to the side.

Elena: Sir!


 * He doesn’t respond and she becomes worried. She grabs a flashlight from a nearby shelf and opens one of his eyes. She is almost immediately entranced by the beauty of his silver eyes. She blushes slightly and turns on the flashlight and shines it in his eyes. As soon as the light hits his eye, it instantly dilates small and he jolts back. She jumps back as he opens his eyes and takes in a deep breath. She stays still as he looks around, scanning the room with his eyes before settling then on Elena. She is frozen by his gaze. Not by his powers, but by the sheer beauty and gracefulness of his eyes, hair, and movements as he sits up and steps out of the bed and approaches her. She had never seen anything like him before. He is only a few inches taller than she is. He stops in front of her as he inspects her. She clears her throat.

Elena: Ah, good, I was worried you were dead....

Charger: Sh sh sh.....


 * He puts a cool pale finger on her lips as he smells the air around him with a deep breath through his nose. He looks at her. His voice is deep, soft, and elegant.

Charger: Do you smell that? What is that smell?


 * She smells the air too. She smiles slightly.

Elena: Uh, strudel?

Charger: Strudel?