Post #2373528 in Married To A Stranger -Remake-, a roleplay on RPG

The silence lasted for a few minutes, and those few minutes felt eerily similar to how he’d spend his time at his home. He leaned down close to the papers, reading each thing word by word, constantly referring to the few sheets that surrounded the books. It was a slow process, yet worth it. The knowledge he would be able to get from this was always worth it. Familiarizing himself with the ancient spells and stories made him feel much more knowledgeable than any other learning could. He felt like he had something that no one else did...something that was his and his alone.

He couldn’t hear the voices outside, just the flickering of the candles and the scratching noise from the sheets of paper moving against eachother. The silence was relaxing and familiar. Any other aspect of home would have unsettled him, yet this was the one thing he wanted to hang on to. Staring down at his current work, he held the pen in his fingertips, twisting it around nervously. What he was interpreting now was odd, something he hadn’t really seen before. He narrowed his eyes, his mind reeling with recent stories he had read before, trying to make sense of this one. It spoke of a God he had never heard before, nothing that had ever been mentioned. Was this one of the few that had been lost in translation?

Kylar reached for the candle nearby, grabbing the edge of the plate it was sitting on. At that moment, he heard a light tapping noise not far away, as if something or someone was rapping on the window. He tilted his head towards the sound, glaring at the window in confusion. He didn’t even have time to wonder whether it was his imagination, or reality before he heard a voice speak up. It startled him, and he dropped the plate from his hand in surprise, the candle falling out onto the wooden desk, rolling down to the edge. The flame escaped, and jumped towards the dry papers close by, setting the corner of one alight.

He cursed under his breath, pressing his hand down on the flame to suffocate it. His hand burned briefly, and he winced, yet when he lifted it, the flame was gone, the corner of the paper only slightly scorched. Relief washed over him suddenly, and he nearly sat down again until he remembered what the cause of the incident had been. The voice. Kylar turned suddenly, stepping almost cautiously towards the tall window. He clutched onto an end of the dark curtains, and pulled it apart so he could peer through. His light blue eyes met the eyes of another, and he nearly dropped the piece of cloth on impulse, yet kept hanging on.

He spread it wider, then took hold of the other one and pulled that as well, able to have a wide view of who was outside. The first thing he noticed were the feathered wings, not two of them, but...four. No...six. Six wings. The tall elf found himself grinning weakly at this sight, as well as the fact that an angel, who always thought as themselves as so perfect and flawless, was in need of help. The front door was probably locked, and he had no way to get in because of that. Kylar’s smile grew slightly wider because of this, and he just nodded briefly.

“Quite a predicament...” He muttered quietly to himself, his grin fading in almost an instant. He pointed briefly to the direction where the front doors were, signalling that he would go to open them, and dropped the curtains. He turned quickly, too quickly, and hit the corner of the desk by accident. Reaching a hand out to steady himself, he continued again towards his shut door, opening it suddenly. He stopped himself just before he was about to step on a cat. Its black fur stood out against the lightly coloured floor, and his eyes automatically were drawn to it. Rather than feeling hostile towards it as he usually would any animal, he stared down at it for a moment. Did this belong to the mansion, or someone here?

Kylar bent down towards it, strands of his light hair falling in front of his vision. He used a hand to brush his hair away, and then reached it out towards the animal so it could catch his scent. A few seconds after, he lifted his fingers and gently brushed the top of its head. Usually he’d walk away from the cat, but he did the opposite. Wasn’t it time to try new things here? Abandon his old self and do something unknown to him? He had to take small steps, but he did exactly that.

He reached his other hand towards the animal, slipping it underneath its body, and lifted it up gingerly, careful enough to seem as if he was comfortable with animals. Then, letting it lean over his shoulder, set off towards the front doors.

Snippet #2373528

located in Artania, a part of Married To A Stranger -Remake-, one of the many universes on RPG.

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