A Midnight Tryst
By Azareth Sakura
The crimson digits against the dark backdrop of the face of the digital clock glowed intensely from the spot on the mahogany nightstand by the large, wooden, full-sized bed in the corner of the room. Eleven fifty-eight. Cerulean blue eyes stared at the grayish-black clock, willing the red lines to twist and change shape into the red numbers he was waiting for. Eleven fifty-nine. He stood slowly, and carefully, trying his best not to make any sound that would awaken the other residents of the large, lavish palace.
He gently turned the knob and swung the door open. He stole glances at the other doors in the long, winding hallway, and to his immense relief, no lights were on. A sigh escaped from him as he closed the door and made his way to the balcony outside his room. The door slid open with a whoosh and he looked back only once, to check the time. Even from his spot across the room, he could still make out the bright red lights: twelve o'clock.
The witching hour. Turning to exit the room, he closed the glass sliding door almost completely, leaving the smallest of space possible so that it would not lock itself whilst he was off on his late night adventure. He padded across the white marble floor to the edge of the balcony where he looked down to see where each guard was located. The cosmos was with him that night, for none were there at the moment, so his leap to the large, leafy tree by his terrace went unnoticed by all except those creatures looming about in the shadows that night.
The man hid behind the canopy of emerald green leaves and waited for the two soldiers patrolling to turn the corner before jumping to the high palatial wall and crossing past the palace into the forest outside. There was an ethereal light coming from the brightly glowing crescent moon, giving him the ability to see through most shadows, and hide in those he chose. Millions and billions of stars twinkled brilliantly in the deep blue-almost-black velvet that was the sky. He paid it no heed as he reached a clearing in the woods by the swiftly coursing river.
He stopped and stared at the figure sitting by the bank of the river. Her flaming hair twisted about in the slight breeze, and she shivered slightly in her thin, green summer dress. As if she sensed his presence, she turned, and blue lost itself within the jade as their eyes locked. She smiled softly, and he felt his own lips curve upwards in a smirk. She rose from her perch, and walked towards him. One step, two steps, three. He took a step forward and closed the distance between them.
Twelve forty-five.
Author's Note: This is a little story I wrote for my English class during second semester, at the peak of my Teen Titans obsession oo; I found it recently and decided to upload it, so cheers to you if you liked it I haven't given up on The Magical Dreamer, if any of you reading this are wondering. It's just taking some time. Enjoy the remainder of your summer!