Sleeping With The Stars

[Pendragon]

(Listen to this while reading/posting: www.youtube.com/watch?v=okC4hw8IPYg)

Pendragon looked up to the stars, finally allowing himself to drop the grin. He was alone here, where only the gods could see him, and there was no reason to put on a disguise. He needed sleep, but was unable to get any in his dorm. It reminded him of his first day at SYSTEM, the first time he'd ever tried to sleep inside for a long time. The stars comforted him, because they were the only constant thing Pendragon had to hold onto.

People come and go, but the stars don't.

So Pendragon had slipped out of his dorm, and walked round the school. He dodged teachers, unsure if he was allowed out this late. Eventually he had found a way to clamber to the roof, and this hideaway.

I've seen so much. But somethings never change ..

A weak smile passed his lips, but it was a fleeting moment. Pendragon had come here to get some rest, but his mind was filled with doubt. It wasn't long before the rain began to fall, but he didn't even notice. He sat down near the edge, looking down at the ground below him.

I've fallen before, but I've always got back up again....

It wasn't long before Pendragon's hair was soaked, it didn't help that he hadn't brought his coat either. He looked forward now, and saw a couple running from the rain. Pendragon had never been in love, he wondered what it was like.

Fighting is all I've ever done... I've never thought about what would happen after...

He sighed, thinking back to the time when his confidence came naturally. Not some facade he had to put on. "And if you think you've won, you never saw me change the game." Pen found himself whispering. It was one of those things he had said back in his prime. Before he'd been dragged into hell and back.

I'm losing myself...

Pendragon's head slumped, he hated these moments. The times when everything slowed down. When there were no battles to be fought, no plans to be made. His mind wandered, pulling back those painful memories.

I just... Don't wan't to..

[Señor Sunday Friday]

A chuckle came from behind Pendragon as a tall female figure sat on the roof, perched upon it's highest point. There was a grin on her face, her elongated canines glistening as she sat there, drenched in rainwater. Three midnight black fox tails waved back and forth behind her and atop her head was a pair of ears to boot, the ears honed in on Pendragon. Suzume hadn't found what she needed yet and she badly needed to locate it- then she can finally destroy this place once and for all. She wondered if anyone here knew her intentions for finding the portal, there was no way to be sure but as far as she's let anyone know it wasn't for anything good, but there was no real proof she was doing something evil. Her ominicsent gray eyes staring towards the stranger who seemed to be searching thier thoughts, traversing the mind, "You're awefully silly." she said as she stood up and slowly made her way down the slope of the roof towards Pendragon, she had no weapons with her- to be truly wholly honest she truly had no weapons, but as one learns quickly in times and places such as this what you see, and what is true may not always be the same thing.

[Pendragon]

"Huh?" Pendragon said quietly, standing and spinning to face Suzume. He hadn't expected to run into anyone here, and had been caught with his guard down. Her grey eyes reminded Pendragon of his fathers, though Suzume's could see. He flicked his hair out of his eyes, finally noticing the rain. His first thought was to reach for his pistol, but he quickly realised he didn't know if this woman was a foe. Even so, he stepped away from the edge. It was a bad place to stand if something was going down.

Pull yourself together, get your guard up again.

He glanced over her, without seeming to unlock his eyes from hers. Just one of the many SYSTEM tricks he'd picked up. No weapons. Then why does she still seem like a threat. Pendragon wasn't sure what to say. Suzume was difficult to read. Should he say something trivial? Offer his name? Or go on the defence? He couldn't decide, so he said nothing. Only waited for her to continue.

((No more peeps may enter))

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Suzume reached where Pendragon was, a smirk displayed on her face, "Atleast someone here has manners of some sort, though a name would be nice. How about a name then. Is that too much to ask?" she said, her voice coy as she spoke, the words dripping from her tongue, her breathe cold in the air. Her dark gray eyes glinted in the light as she spoke, her normally bushy fox tails looked lilted as they dripped water her wet blood red hair was engorged with water, her hand raised as she brushed the silver hair away from Pendragon's face, her movements gentle and her fingertips barely carressed his brow.

In the distance Israfel sat, an agitated expression pon his face as he watched with his bright golden eyes, his black hair matted against his skull as he remained seated in the tree, his shoulder pressed against the trunk of the tree as he leaned, watching unhappilly though it was impossible to detect him so he might as well not have been there except Suzume knew where Israfel was- no big deal really.

[Pendragon]

"Only if it's returned in kind." Pendragon replied, pulling himself together. He didn't move away from her finger tips, but he was suprised by the tenderness of the movement. Which didn't quite add up with the coy attitude, but then Pendragon was of a similar disposition. Conflict... He thought to himself, making an analysis. He wasn't sure why it was so important to figure her out. "Pendragon" He said finally. Names were powerful things where he came from, but in this world he'd seen them thrown around without a care. Pen guessed the same wasn't true of here. "Yours?"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Suzume..." she muttered her dark grey eyes seemed to bore into Pendragon's blue ones as they seemed to probe his thoughts, gently pushing it's way to find something. There was something within the gray that was unsettling though, a shard of turquoise that was but no bigger than a pinprick that existed in her right eye, barely hidden by her eyelashes that framed her eyes with thier intoxicating stare. Her hand moved to frame his jawline, then curving it's way with but the lightest touch to his chest, her fingers turning over so they brushed accross with thier backs, her muscles relaxed so she carried a calming aura about her, she seemed so peaceful though there was an underlying tension which couldn't be found but in that unnerving shard of innocence, that one speck of turquoise in her gaze. Her breathing was slow and tired as she stepped just a little closer to Pendragon so they were but inches from each other, the smile long since faded from her face which now only held one of calm, and yet still she was restless in her eyes, her warm dark grey gaze which was shattered by that single glint of bright turquoise.

[Pendragon]

Pendragon took her hand. He wasn't sure if it was because he liked her, or if he wanted her to stop. Everything about her said one thing, and yet her eyes said another. Conflict... The word rolled around his head once more, but couldn't connect to anything. "Are you a student?" He asked, with a soft voice. Pendragon felt slightly embarrased, off balance even. Which was saying something, considering how gracefully he moved. Something about her put Pendragon on alert. All is not as it seems. Said his inner voice of reason, but Pendragon had decided not to listen to reason.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Used to be... but not any longer." she said, a slight tremor passed in her voice, a tinge of worry flashed accross her face. A breeze blew around them and the scent of autumn and spring was carried from her like acorns and wildflowers was the best way to describe it. Her gray eyes fell upon Pendragon and she looked away, "I need to be leaving..." she said as she took a step away, whether or not she'd show up any time soon wasn't guaranteed, her black fox tails flicked and her eyes fell upon Pendragon for a moment. Her mind felt like it was on fire as the turquoise speck pulsed madly in her eye, trying to break through as a miniature war raged inside her as she tried to pull her hand away from Pendragon's though oddly she stopped there, her gaze stayed locked with Pendragon's and she didn't dare move them away from Pendragon for that moment. For her everything was hanging on a thread, her stomach churned and she felt lightheaded for a moment, she was in a moment of weakness it seemed and her legs trembled as she stood there, not sure what to do as she was slowly torn in half. The actor upon the stage following two scripts- two roles, and she'd have to choose but one sooner or later and she wasn't able to trust her own decisions now.

[Pendragon]

The rain came to a halt, and everything fell silent for that single moment. As if fate itself had been left speechless by the troubles of two teenagers. Even as she stepped back, Pendragon didn't let her hand slip away from his. "Please... Stay with me..." He whispered, voice quivering. Pendragon felt like those four words had given away too much, he was showing weakness. Giving away his independance with every word, and not caring at all.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

The turquoise in her eye glimmered like the stars themselves and Suzume trembled all over, "Please, let me go- you don't understand." she pleaded, her voice seemed to have changed, innocence washed into them as well as fear, she didn't seem to care either. Then in the blink of an eye it was gone and she closed her eyes as she stood there, the rain gone. "I'm sorry, sometimes... well... I'm still trying to find myself..." She said as she looked up at Pendragon and she shook her head. Her black fox ears were pulled back in a submissive fashion before creeping foreward again and she stepped back to Pendragon and shook her head, her eyes lightly closed, opening them could be dangerous for her at this moment, her other hand placed itself at the base of Pen's neck as the war raged within her, "help me find myself..." she whispered softly as she leaned foreward, her lips planting the words into Pendragon's ear with a tender kiss, her voice sounded as if somewhere inside her she was crying in the depths of sorrow that so many tried to hide.

[Pendragon]

Pendragon bit his lip slightly. She made him feel so nervous, and yet confident at the same time. He was painfully aware of her every move, from her chest rising and falling as she drew air, to the movements of her crimson hair. "How?" He whispered, barely trusting himself to speak. Pen was finding it difficult to think clearly. He moved a hand up to touch against her side, acting on impulse.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Suzume wrapped her arms around Pendragon as she just stood there breathing, glad to know that she wasn't slipping farther away, "Trust yourself, let me learn to trust..." she whispered, her lips quivvering as she spoke, she nuzzled Pendragon softly with the side of her face which was salty wet from a small stream of tears that slowly made thier way down her cheek but oddly instead of clear they were black and viscous like oil- not from makeup, the unearthly elegance about her came naturally from kitsune blood. This water from inside her came from the river that divided her inside, the river styx as it swelled past its banks and flooded her mind with anger and pain. "Trust me." she said as she kissed his neck, the tears left a mark there that was known to burn flesh like acid though it was hard to tell exactly what kind of damage it would to to Pendragon, it was hard to tell if he would be immune to the darkness that dwelled in every drop.

[Pendragon]

Trust....?
The word bounced around Pendragon's head, triggering memory after memory. Trust was something Pendragon couldn't do. Anything could change at a moments notice, and everyone Pendragon had ever known had betrayed him. But did he trust the rain soaked girl holding close to his chest?

Hell yeah.

But do I trust myself? Pendragon closed his eyes. I used to... He thought back to everything he had ever done. The good and the bad. I've been chosen by the gods to be their vessel. I've saved the world three times... I must have something going for me. He smiled, feeling his confidence build up again. It was hard not to feel strong again, when he could feel her touch. Confidence followed through his body once more, burning up Suzume's tears where once they would have burned Pen. And, with such a small gesture, he showed her all that had happened in his mind. He moved down slowly, hesitating for a moment, kissed her cheek.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Suzume looked up at Pendragon and smiled, her pleased expression was broken by the long fangs on she heald in her jaw but she seemed oblivious to it, it was her- take it or leave it. Her body pulsed and she looked up at Pendragon's face, her arms holding him tightly and her sopping wet fox tails hung limply behind her. Her hands tight and wiry as they clutched him as if she was afraid he'd melt away like another illusion and felt her legs give way and she held onto Pendragon, holding herself as close to him as possible as if they were one and her eyes began to focus and unfocus as if she had become dizzy, "Please don't give up on me..." she muttered weakly.

[Pendragon]

This isn't matching up... Pendragon shoved the thought to the back of his mind. He didn't care, he was lost in the moment. He looked deep into her eyes, and he could tell. She hadn't always been this way. "What happened to you?" He asked softly, holding her tightly. In all his time in his world, in all the time in this new world. Pendragon had never felt as at home as when Suzume was in his arms.