10-17-2016, 03:59 PM
Marcus didn't like the scrubs. Tight in all the wrong places, especially across the chest. There wasn't any elasticity to it either, no give. How did people wear these?
In any case, it was only a mild discomfort. He was looking forward to the healing. His mind had already drifted into research mode, ready to categorize and analyze each weave he saw.
Once the door opened, he saw the green eyed woman on the bed. A sharp sword of panic stabbed through him. The woman from the house! The owner of that magnificent sword. Immediately, his mind ran down his memory, searching to see what she could have seen or remembered. No one could know about his hunts!
Malik remembered everything about that night, especially the end. It was a delicious memory that he played in his head many times. But now, it was not to relish it. Now, it was to see if he was in danger. If he was...what could he do?
No. He didn't think he was in danger, after a moment. He had worn his disguise of fire and smoke the entire time she was there and had modulated his voice with a weave of compressed air. He'd said nothing, either, to give away who he was. Of course, perhaps she had a way of seeing through all of that. He could not assume anything, at this point. Still...
He stood by the door. Just in case.
In any case, it was only a mild discomfort. He was looking forward to the healing. His mind had already drifted into research mode, ready to categorize and analyze each weave he saw.
Once the door opened, he saw the green eyed woman on the bed. A sharp sword of panic stabbed through him. The woman from the house! The owner of that magnificent sword. Immediately, his mind ran down his memory, searching to see what she could have seen or remembered. No one could know about his hunts!
Malik remembered everything about that night, especially the end. It was a delicious memory that he played in his head many times. But now, it was not to relish it. Now, it was to see if he was in danger. If he was...what could he do?
No. He didn't think he was in danger, after a moment. He had worn his disguise of fire and smoke the entire time she was there and had modulated his voice with a weave of compressed air. He'd said nothing, either, to give away who he was. Of course, perhaps she had a way of seeing through all of that. He could not assume anything, at this point. Still...
He stood by the door. Just in case.