Cedric had taken her to her room once her tears had subdued, and suddenly she remembered the red of the carpet and the massive bed; which she collapsed into and went crashing into a throng of tears again, crying out for comfort. Comfort which Cedric provided warmly. It must've been at least thirty minutes that he'd stayed, stroking her back as she leaned her chin on his shoulder. He had an appealing scent she couldn't quite pinpoint; almost salt, a chemical smell, but it wasn't bad - in fact she quite liked the smell and let it soothe her until she was almost sleeping. "Sweet dreams Elyon."
Elyon smiled as she let her eyes close over Cedric's smile as he pulled away from her and slowly laid her down, a pleasant tingle where he pressed his lips to her cheek. Yes.. She did like the scent.
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"What happened? What was that?" The wind had dropped suddenly, and Drake pulled Will in as she tried to stand. He wasn't convinced. He doubted it was over, but he could feel her pull and knew she didn't wan to stay.
"That would probably be your princess." Drake stood; not entirely letting go as he twisted his arm around hers, but she'd fisted her hand so he grabbed her wrist. "If something happens to you now, Caleb will surely kill me so don't bother pulling away. I'm not letting you anywhere."
"Caleb is not my father, so what right does you think he has to do something like that." It wasn't a real question, but Will clearly didn't see the humor in what she'd said, throwing her nose into the air as she looked away from him, pulling her arms over her chest and away from him.
Drake found himself grinning at her entire demeanor and her words, shaking his head as she snuck a look at him. "No.. No, he is not.."
"..Good." Drake gave Will a kind smile and he could see on her face that she didn't know what to do with herself or how to react to his lack of flirtatious nature. It was funny that after the discomfort she'd had, she almost looked like she missed his cocky grin. She didn't know what to do now."Uh.. Shall we..?
Drake slid his arm around hers, loosening the grip when he felt her discomfort, but he couldn't let go. He wasn't taking any risks and as far as he could see, holding onto er was the only way of her staying out of trouble. He just wished she would relax. Something began to beep and Will pulled something out of her pocket that he'd seen her grab that morning. "We'll be at the portal soon enough."
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Caleb grasped the child's hand tighter as Will's fingers dug into the skin of his hand. "They'll- They'll.."
"They won't say anything." They were standing outside the Silver Dragon, and he couldn't understand why the drop could recognize the girls so well.. She'd only met them for a minute last time. She shouldn't know who they were; she shouldn't have been intent on drying her eyes - the rubbing of her hands only making her skin go pink and blotchy, but he didn't think it would be okay for him to take her into Will's again without permission. So he'd taken her home. To his home. "Just ignore them."
He waited until her red hair shook, her head bobbing forward in a tight nod before he pulled her away from the window and pushed open the door. Will's hand let go of his, but her arm only wrapped tighter around him, pulling her body against his shoulder - seeking a security she seemed to think only he could provide as Cornelia's eyes immediately darted to him along with Taranee's and Yan Lin's in this room in the front of the restaurant. It was Cornelia who stepped forward and Cornelia he'd expected to as the girl on his arm hid her face from the two girls by means of pressing it against him, "Cale-"
"Shove off Cornelia." He knew it was too much, and he knew that he should never have said it, because Cornelia hadn't actually done anything wrong, but he could practically smell it coming. She reeked of judgment and he ignored Yan Lin's suspicious glare as he pushed through to the back, deciding for his morals' sake to take her upstairs rather than to his bedroom. Who knew what they would think; having no idea that this girl was upset. He got to the living room before it became apparent that Will was crying again; the sniffles he despised loud and clearly as she sought comfort by hugging his arm. He was gone. That was what Will had said. But who was he? Caleb let himself slide onto the couch, not needing to do anything as Will followed; her body falling consciously next to him, curling her knees within the tight hug of her arm as he pulled her closer, desperate to banish this great pain.