The Silent Screams
In the moonlight, pale skin shivered from the cold, illuminated by the gorgeous glow. Grey eyes sat and watched, alert for any danger. He felt he had to guard his new companion, even as to take her home, and sat loyally, vigilantly as she sleep. Hearing only her soft sounds of sleep. His nostrils flaring in the cold air, puff of smoke seen, and very visible. They were in the safehouse, and Hope had found it safe enough to sleep, but certainly not warm. Elias jumped from his perch atop the staircase and fetched her a blanket. Warm it was, and she snuggled into with sleepy content. Her soft, sweet sounds of sleep fading into the ever silent night. His eyes darted between her and the window, though boarded up, it would provide them with a soft breeze, fresh air.
Her eyes slowly opened, her drowsiness obvious. She looked over him, a smile teasing her lips, and shifted to get comfortable. His soft purr lulling her back into a haze, and eventually back to sleep. Once she was sleeping again, he checked the perimeters of the room, making sure there were no openings. Once he was thoroughly satisfied that all the windows, doors, and locks were secured, he curled up near where she slept, and dozed off.
The morning brought dew atop the blades of grass, and a misty sunshine that was absolutely beautiful. As Hope opened the doors of the safehouse and gazed out into the morning, the birds chirped. A sound she hadn't heard in such a long time. It was so utterly beautiful, she thought she might cry at the simple sound. Slowly, she stepped out of the safehouse, which had at one point been a mere convenience store, and onto the paved parking lot. Elias followed behind her, crouched and listening. When she began walking in the wrong direction, he started pulling on her arm to follow him. Hope merely shrugged him off, and continued walking, freezing once she heard his deadly growl behind her. Turning slowly, she eyed him cautiously whilst he signaled for her to follow him once more. And she did, with no obvious hesitance. Time to go home.
He watched his beautiful mate as she cooked their dinner, a roast made from the potatoes, carrots and onions she'd found, and beef. He knew it would taste amazing. His purr only seeming to make her smile broaden, her hands working a bit faster to complete their meal. Those gorgeous brown eyes gazed at him once she was done chopping the vegetables, his blue orbs gazed back, seemingly staring into her soul, and he noticed her visible shudder. Briefly he wondered if her dream had instilled fear of him in her, no matter how small, it wasn't wanted. His gazed moved from her eyes, and traveled down her delicious body. She wasn't especially curvy, her stomach was flat, her breasts were small, barely C cups, and her bottom wasn't even a size fourteen, but she was his, and that's what he loves. Chloe, his Chloe.
She noticed his gaze, and smirked silently at him. He would always drink in the sight of her, as if seeing her literally made him drunk with love. It wasn't like she didn't do the same, once she remembered just staring at him, he seemed so perfect, and his purr only lulled her mind into goop. When he'd seen her staring, she'd flamed bright with juvenile embarrassment. Her normally caramel cheeks actually turned a deep red, something she though only pale skinned people could do. She chanced a glance at Kiche, who was sitting happily by the glass door, watching for signs of life, and tossed her a piece of meat. The chunk merely bounced of the poor dog's nose before she gobbled it up with glee, giving a happy whine. Chloe moved towards the bathroom, content to take a shower, and ran the water as she stripped. Christian followed her, stripping as well, and drinking her in. Her gaze on the shower as she moved in, and began washing, Christian following quickly behind. They washed each other, reaching places the other couldn't, and let the water run over their backs, holding each other close. Soon their moment ended as the water went cold, and they shivered, the cold water getting to them, and headed for the room to dress. Her white tank, and tan jeans complimented his cargo jeans and plain black tee nicely. He just looked at her, eyes full of love, whilst his throat made a noise. She looked up at him, he was clearing his throat constantly, back to back, as if something was stuck in it. The sound making his seem as if he were choking, and suddenly, he...
"I love you"
Spoke.. His voice a deep, very deep, husky one. Scratchy from misuse, but otherwise sexy, masculine, dominant. Something you would expect from such a handsome man, who's large body held the room for such a powerful voice. Chloe froze, his voice had startled her quite a bit, being she didn't know he was capable of speech. And she stood staring at him, whilst he seemed to visibly frown. The sadness in it brought her back to the present and her reply damned near automatic..