Rainy days… that means there's no single one. I'll continue writing this till I'm out of inspiration for what can happen on rainy days… which means it won't end just yet. This time I know who it is.
Rain washed down my face, leaving me to wonder why we where still outside and working our hands bloody.
A whip snapped and landed on my shoulder leaving a bloody wound on it.
"Stop daydreaming, swine!" a Desian barked.
I grunted in pain and returned to my work, ignoring him.
"Get your lazy ass in gear, bitch!" the Desian cries.
Out of the corner off my eye, I see him ready the whip for me again.
I brace myself, but the hit never lands. I crack open an eye to see a stranger stand before me; his hair is auburn, his outfit is white and purple, with loads of belts everywhere on it. A sword hang from his side.
"Lord Kratos!" the Desian gasps.
"I trust you have a good reason for whipping me?" the man asks, identifying him as Kratos.
"I-you-she…" the Desian fumbled with the words.
The man, Kratos, stand completely still, not facing me, so I can't see what he's thinking.
Kratos, at last, raise a hand to silence him.
"It doesn't matter, just turn yourself up for punishment." he says. "I'll take care off this woman."
The Desian bows, and stalk off.
Kratos grabs me by the arm, bringing me back to reality.
"Come, let's see to that wound." he whispers, barely loud enough that I could hear it.
I nod slowly and follows him when he walks away.
"Stupid whipmasters, you'd think they would learn to only hit so it hurt." Kratos mumbled, still examining the wound on my shoulder.
"Maybe they have but just don't do." I suggest, looking in the other direction so as to make it easier for him to get at the wound.
Kratos snorted with amusement. "That is very likely, indeed."
Silence enveloped the room after that, but it didn't seem awkward, it was actually rather nice.
"What's your name?" Kratos asks gently, putting a final bandage on the wound.
"Anna." I whisper, saying my name aloud for the first time in a long while. It still sits comfortable in my mouth and on my tongue.
"Anna, that's a nice name." Kratos mumbles. "My name is Kratos."
"Kratos." once again, I taste the name and find it nice. "That's a good, strong name." I said.
I sit in a real couch. In a proper room. With a real fire going on in front off me. With a cup of hot chocolate in my hands. And a Kratos in the kitchen… what the hell is he doing out there?
I opened an eye wider than a slit, revealing Kratos walking in from the kitchen, he has taken his cloak off.
"What were you doing out there?" I ask sleepily.
"Preparing a blanket for you." he shrugs.
"What? Prepare… a blanket?" I blink sleepily, somehow staying enough awake that I can take note of my surroundings and actions.
"Warming it, you seem to have caught a weak cold and there's no reason to encourage it."
Soon after, I sit in a warm blanket and is dosing off.
Kratos sits beside me, doing some paperwork or another.
"Kratos, why do you do this?" I ask.
He sends me something that resembles a smile. "Because you remind me of a very dear friend I once had. She's dead now." Kratos stops a moment. "But you are very different."
"I'm… sorry." I whisper, not knowing for what reason.
"No need to." Kratos says, going back to his work.
I drift off to sleep, somehow leaning on Kratos shoulder. He didn't seem to mind, though, and put an arm around me hesitantly. I only snuggled closer to him.
"Maybe… rain isn't that bad." I mused before falling asleep.
Please tell me what you think. I think it became a bit sluggish near the end, but was otherwise good. I just need a bit of confirmation on it, so please tell me.