Star night [Zasha]

This man was light. He was bright. Like a moth she wanted this light to be hers. It made her shine too when she was near him. The things that Zasha had forgotten came back to her and it was his fault. His light drew her in captivating her. Maybe these aren't tears of sadness but tears of happiness instead. They way he stood there thinking of what to do. It made her happy that he was being cautious. Under all that pink hair there was a grin. A smile that made her look like a decent teenager. It was his fault.

Even though he probably didn’t think much of staying there. To Zasha it meant the world. It meant that someone was looking out for her. Someone actually wanted to be besides her. The wind change and the moisture had raisen. Zasha could barely notice these changes as she crouched there. Her senses became blocked off because of this. When the first rain began, all she could smell was dust.

Hearing Cyrus words it made Zasha turn red. She got up letting her hair get drenched. The warm coat around her made it so she was nice and warm. Her sense of smell was gone from the newly rain messing with the dirt that lays all over the streets, houses, and other places as well.

Zasha reached her hand out and took the back of Cyrus’s shirt. The soft fabric made her blush as she rubbed it in between her fingers. Then suddenly her whole face turned red. “Lead the way.” Zasha put the odd over her face covering it. Although under that hoddie was a small girl with deep blue eyes that seemed to bore her eyes into his back wondering how it looked like if she could see.

She really was a piece of work, he thought to himself as she rose up. The knees of her pants were covered in the fine dust that permeated these cobbled streets, her pink hair now hung in limp wet ropes down the front of his jacket. When she looked up at him he could see her vacant eyes, outlined in puffy red, wet tear-trenches mixing with the rain and into the street. She looked like crap, most people would say.

But then again, he wasn't most people, and there was something about that smile, the way she smiled at him. If he could bottle the warmth in that smile, he could light up the world so many times over. Cyrus looked down at his own soaking wet attire, the fine dust that had clung to him in the little time he had been outside that evening. He didn't exactly look like royalty either. He let a low chuckle out as he looked heavenward, thinking of what someone would think if they looked out, two teenagers, soaking wet and dirty, walking around like they owned the world. It'd be quite a sight.

"Alrighty!" He said emphatically after she took hold of his shirt, "Next Stop, Wherever we want!" He began to march off, His arms swinging dramatically and his legs stiff as a board for the first couple of feet, then gradually coming back into his usual easy stride. He reached back behind his head, taking her hand off of his shirt and just holding it, walking with her, not leader her about. He took them under an awning, it being bright blue with the name Atlantica Used books, though its windows were darkened at this hour.

"So, where do you want to go?"

Zasha cracked a smile again but disappeared softly. Her big blue eyes on nothing although in her hand. She felt like a new person. This guy might be the key to stop her from going crazy. He was soo.. different than her that it made her feel so good about herself. Although when he grabbed her hand it was new. The shock of his warm hand on hers made her blush like crazy. She never actually held a guy's hand before in her life. It felt so new to her. Zasha tighten her grip on his hand as they were side by side. This might even look like they were dating even though that was the opposite. Zasha looked up to Cyrus nothing else. Although deep down she had this weird feeling but she tended to ignore it. His words caught her out of her fantasy. Zasha almost ran into the poor guy. Her hand tightening on his as she stood there with him.

Zasha had her head down as she talked, "Lets go home.. The rain might stop sooner or later..." Zasha's house was in the dorms and when she was listening around. She knew that the DWMA was kind of far. She signed softly not wanting to wake up with a cold in the morning. She hated colds they always made her feel weak as she would lay there and someone else taking care of her. It was almost as bad of blindness and everyone one taking care of her. "I rather not get a cold." She added as she pressed her shoulder up against Cryus feeling the warmth from his body pass through the layer of clothes and hit her. Although she did not tell him about her far walk. She rather have a cold.