[font "Times" [size15 Tawny eyes flickered between the limpid pools of the stranger's, watching her disappointment slack the strings she held herself up with. But she still wished to stay. Somewhere on the premises. Somewhere he could reach her easily.
"[B Do you not fear the thing that came after you?]" he queried before the words could be caught, advancing a step toward the little woman. [i Foolish.] His head turned to the side, sharply, to dismiss the thought. His eyes detached, glinting in the firelight as he seemed to think, to listen a moment.
The man sighed, "[B You'll sleep no better in the stable; cold, at the mercy of the creatures outside.]" There was the unsettled, deep rumble of thunder as he said it. "[B Or the Other.]"
His eyes went to the window, over her head. [i Why not kill her now? Save her the misery. Wouldn't it be a] mercy[i ?] "[B No, you're not leaving here,]" his voice was quiet, factual as he said it, eyes moving now to her features. Memorizing them. "[B Not ever again, I think. Why not at least spend one more night with a fire beside you?]" The man's hand moved, silent, not even the whisper of clothing as he went. She felt the curl of his index beneath her chin, the pad of his thumb at the crest of her jaw, tipping her face up in the firelight.
Pallid. Wide, pale eyes. Dark, tousled hair. Her pulse was underneath his fingers. Thrumming at the back of his thoughts. Ever at the edge of his focus.
And he. Aurelian eyes moving over her, raven hair. The man was tall before her, dressed in his black suit. The satiny fabric of his waistcoat, where it caught the fire, glimmered softly.
It was a technicality that she called him on, the man's brow quirking up a bit in response. She was a very peculiar woman in how she responded, carried herself and her priorities. Her tone had hardly changed from the night before- though quaking, small.
"[B Not someone,]" came a thoughtful murmur, accompanied by a shake of his head. "[B Barely a memory. That [i thing] you encountered will return.]" It was only a matter of time until he needed to feed again. Sink his teeth into soft, yielding flesh. His throat trembled at the idea. Ever hungered, hampered by a lack. It was truly damnation when meals were so few and in between. Five men. And this one just a taste before he could pull himself free, unable to resist her terror, the fearful throb of that heart. For now it was bearable. For now he felt. He [i felt].