LOKI'S HOUSE
The sweet smell of burning cinnamon and calomel tea filled the air. The fire in the fireplace sparked rapidly right in front of it laid Sora. He was still a bit wet and was lying, unconscious, in a puddle. He looked sweet and cute with his eyes drawn closed effortlessly and his eyebrows arched in an innocent way above them. He had an, otherwise, blank expression on his face. His mouth was drawn down in a frowning position, but he looked a whole lot warmer. A small girl with long black hair and dark, dark red eyes stepped into the room carrying a mug of tea. She gently placed it on a short table next to the boy and felt his forehead, lightly moving his long brown locks out of the way.
"He's still freezing, I fear he has pneumonia." She said softly. The girl took a thick gray blanket off a nearby chair and wrapped it around his shivering body. The girl turned around to see a guy standing at the doorway.
"Has he woken up yet?" the guy asked intently. The girl looked to Sora than back at the guy and gently shock her head, the look of sadness and concern was plastered on her face.
"I just hope he makes it through." Said the guy, the girl nodded in agreement.
"He will. he looks strong." Said the girl smiling as she brought the blanket up to cover his neck. She rubbed his back gently trying to warm him up. She then stood up and looked down upon him.
"But I'm worried about him Ryou." She said walking over to the guy who was about the same height as her only he had brown hair and dark red eyes, they looked as though they could have been twins.
"I know Loki. I know." said Ryou wrapping his arm around her shoulder and leading her away.
Sora laid there shivering for awhile, a absolute sign of pneumonia, but there wasn't a hospital anywhere around here so Loki and Ryou didn't know what to do with him, they just prayed that nature would lead him to health. Loki had found him three days earlier buried in the snow. She was out searching for her cat when she came across a large black object jutting out of the snow covered ground. She tried pulling on it, but it was stuck in there good so she began digging and found that there was a hand grasping it, followed by an arm, then a body, two legs, a head, and a frozen, brown, bush. no, that was just his hair. Loki quickly realized that this boy was wearing shorts and a shirt sleeved shirt and happened to be unconscious so she hoisted him up and carried him home. Once there she took off his shoes and set him by the fire. It was quite curious, the large, black, key-like structure he was holding. She set that in the corner by the fireplace. He didn't make a peep for three straight days, just laid there, didn't move, just shivered. Slowly he got a little warmer and the icicles in his hair melted and his clothes became somewhat dry. He still seemed to be lying in a puddle of water, warm water though. Loki just sat there and watched him constantly, waiting, longing for him to wake up. She wanted him to be okay; if he died in her house she would probably die too. Ryou said that they just had to wait, and that answers would come in time. A man of few words, that Ryou. He's a bit confusing and very deep. Ryou and Loki (Dufresne) were both sixteen years old, a bit younger than Riku (who was currently seventeen), but not by much, and they were twins. They live in a small little house in the middle of nowhere. They have two cats named Meeko and Syphi. But other than that, they lived alone in this world, not sure of how they got there or where they had come from. They remember nothing from when they were little, only that they ended up here somehow, someway.
Sora's eyes twitched as he slowly blinked them open in a haze. He couldn't move. He wasn't fully aware of where he was, or why. He didn't seem to care much. He shakily lodged himself up and sat shacking in front of a low coffee table. He looked around trying not to make a sound. It wasn't too hard though, it felt like his voice box was frozen and he wouldn't be able to make a noise if he tried. He pulled the blanket tighter around him. His face was pale white and his fingers had turned black with frostbite. He noticed that he was no longer wearing his shoes, gloves, or his short-sleeved sweater. It felt kind of odd in a sense. Loki slowly walked back into the room looking at the ground as she stepped forward. She stopped suddenly when she noticed Sora was staring at her.
"Oh. Hey" Loki had a loss for words as she then stepped closer to Sora.
"Um. I'm Loki." She said sitting down on the couch as Sora stared up at her like a mute child. "Oh yea, here, come sit on the couch. She helped Sora to stand as he stumbled over himself and sat down. Loki grabbed the tea that she had placed on the table earlier and handed it to him.
"Here, drink this." She said softly handing it to Sora. He drank in slow sips. The steam of the large mug floated up into his eyes and burnt his cheeks. Sora gulped he couldn't hold up the mug as his fingers were about to fall off. Loki quickly took it from him and held it in her lap. Sora took a deep breath, not sure if he was ready to talk. His violent shivering had gone down a bit and was now mixed with a trembling, nervous kind of shudder.
"Listen, you don't have to say anything. I know it's overwhelming for you right now." Said Loki kindly rubbing Sora's hand with hers, though it must have burnt a bit, he liked it. He stared at the other side of the room.
"I'll just say, you are one strong guy. You were practically dead when I found you buried in the snow three nights ago." Said Loki. "It's amazing. Here," She said handing Sora the mug again, this time resting it on his lap. "It'll at least make your hands feel better." Sora wrapped his trembling fingers around it.
"I'm Sora," he said a hoarse voice. "Um, thanks." He said. It sounded like he had a horrible case of laryngitis.
Loki smiled as she got up and walked to the doorway and disappeared. Sora looked down into the tea. It rippled rapidly as his whole body shook. His fingers were chapped to an extreme degree and were bleeding, so were his feet. He didn't even want to see what his face looked like, his lips felt scabbed and his cheeks were burning. Some colour began to come back into his skin and his eyes began to open wider. He felt like crap and would give anything to be in a nice hot bath right about now. He rubbed his feet against each other in attempt to get them warm.
Loki walked back into the room carrying with her a cuppish-bowl.
"Here," she said handing it to Sora. "This should be easier to hold. Um don't ask what it is." Said Loki as she stood over him with a dishcloth in her hand. Sora took the bowl trading the mug back to Loki. He looked at it, then at her. She urged him on with a wave of her hand and a sheepish grin. He hesitantly rose the bowl up to his mouth took one sip and spit it out in front of him.
"Oh, well what here you expecting? Apple juice?" Loki stated as she began mopping up the mess on Sora's shirt.
"Oh. Well, here." She said taking the bowl from him and placing it on the coffee table. She took Sora's wrist and gently pulled him to his feet where he leaned his entire wait onto her arm. Loki brought him into the kitchen where she met Ryou.
"Ryou. Can you?" Loki asked not needing to continue as Ryou nodded and went into the living room. Loki brought Sora down a small flight of stairs and into a bamboo bathhouse. She walked over to a four-foot deep Japanese bath and let the steaming water run into it. Loki let Sora sit on the edge of the counter next to it. She waited till it was full to the top and put some oils and bubble bath in it.
She smiled, "There's some towels behind the door, if you want, there's some clothes in the closet, they're Ryou's. I'm sure they'll fit. Not much of a selection though, he wears the same thing everyday. Think you can handle it?" Loki asked. Sora was slowly regaining his strength and nodded slowly. "Ok, if you need me call, I'll be in the kitchen." Loki smiled as she stepped to the other side of the door and closed it tight. Sora looked longingly down at the warm water. He slowly took off his belt and necklace plus his other garments and slowly slipped himself into the water. It burnt at first contact with his frostbitten skin, but it felt a lot better. He sank to the bottom and closed his eyes gently.
The sweet smell of burning cinnamon and calomel tea filled the air. The fire in the fireplace sparked rapidly right in front of it laid Sora. He was still a bit wet and was lying, unconscious, in a puddle. He looked sweet and cute with his eyes drawn closed effortlessly and his eyebrows arched in an innocent way above them. He had an, otherwise, blank expression on his face. His mouth was drawn down in a frowning position, but he looked a whole lot warmer. A small girl with long black hair and dark, dark red eyes stepped into the room carrying a mug of tea. She gently placed it on a short table next to the boy and felt his forehead, lightly moving his long brown locks out of the way.
"He's still freezing, I fear he has pneumonia." She said softly. The girl took a thick gray blanket off a nearby chair and wrapped it around his shivering body. The girl turned around to see a guy standing at the doorway.
"Has he woken up yet?" the guy asked intently. The girl looked to Sora than back at the guy and gently shock her head, the look of sadness and concern was plastered on her face.
"I just hope he makes it through." Said the guy, the girl nodded in agreement.
"He will. he looks strong." Said the girl smiling as she brought the blanket up to cover his neck. She rubbed his back gently trying to warm him up. She then stood up and looked down upon him.
"But I'm worried about him Ryou." She said walking over to the guy who was about the same height as her only he had brown hair and dark red eyes, they looked as though they could have been twins.
"I know Loki. I know." said Ryou wrapping his arm around her shoulder and leading her away.
Sora laid there shivering for awhile, a absolute sign of pneumonia, but there wasn't a hospital anywhere around here so Loki and Ryou didn't know what to do with him, they just prayed that nature would lead him to health. Loki had found him three days earlier buried in the snow. She was out searching for her cat when she came across a large black object jutting out of the snow covered ground. She tried pulling on it, but it was stuck in there good so she began digging and found that there was a hand grasping it, followed by an arm, then a body, two legs, a head, and a frozen, brown, bush. no, that was just his hair. Loki quickly realized that this boy was wearing shorts and a shirt sleeved shirt and happened to be unconscious so she hoisted him up and carried him home. Once there she took off his shoes and set him by the fire. It was quite curious, the large, black, key-like structure he was holding. She set that in the corner by the fireplace. He didn't make a peep for three straight days, just laid there, didn't move, just shivered. Slowly he got a little warmer and the icicles in his hair melted and his clothes became somewhat dry. He still seemed to be lying in a puddle of water, warm water though. Loki just sat there and watched him constantly, waiting, longing for him to wake up. She wanted him to be okay; if he died in her house she would probably die too. Ryou said that they just had to wait, and that answers would come in time. A man of few words, that Ryou. He's a bit confusing and very deep. Ryou and Loki (Dufresne) were both sixteen years old, a bit younger than Riku (who was currently seventeen), but not by much, and they were twins. They live in a small little house in the middle of nowhere. They have two cats named Meeko and Syphi. But other than that, they lived alone in this world, not sure of how they got there or where they had come from. They remember nothing from when they were little, only that they ended up here somehow, someway.
Sora's eyes twitched as he slowly blinked them open in a haze. He couldn't move. He wasn't fully aware of where he was, or why. He didn't seem to care much. He shakily lodged himself up and sat shacking in front of a low coffee table. He looked around trying not to make a sound. It wasn't too hard though, it felt like his voice box was frozen and he wouldn't be able to make a noise if he tried. He pulled the blanket tighter around him. His face was pale white and his fingers had turned black with frostbite. He noticed that he was no longer wearing his shoes, gloves, or his short-sleeved sweater. It felt kind of odd in a sense. Loki slowly walked back into the room looking at the ground as she stepped forward. She stopped suddenly when she noticed Sora was staring at her.
"Oh. Hey" Loki had a loss for words as she then stepped closer to Sora.
"Um. I'm Loki." She said sitting down on the couch as Sora stared up at her like a mute child. "Oh yea, here, come sit on the couch. She helped Sora to stand as he stumbled over himself and sat down. Loki grabbed the tea that she had placed on the table earlier and handed it to him.
"Here, drink this." She said softly handing it to Sora. He drank in slow sips. The steam of the large mug floated up into his eyes and burnt his cheeks. Sora gulped he couldn't hold up the mug as his fingers were about to fall off. Loki quickly took it from him and held it in her lap. Sora took a deep breath, not sure if he was ready to talk. His violent shivering had gone down a bit and was now mixed with a trembling, nervous kind of shudder.
"Listen, you don't have to say anything. I know it's overwhelming for you right now." Said Loki kindly rubbing Sora's hand with hers, though it must have burnt a bit, he liked it. He stared at the other side of the room.
"I'll just say, you are one strong guy. You were practically dead when I found you buried in the snow three nights ago." Said Loki. "It's amazing. Here," She said handing Sora the mug again, this time resting it on his lap. "It'll at least make your hands feel better." Sora wrapped his trembling fingers around it.
"I'm Sora," he said a hoarse voice. "Um, thanks." He said. It sounded like he had a horrible case of laryngitis.
Loki smiled as she got up and walked to the doorway and disappeared. Sora looked down into the tea. It rippled rapidly as his whole body shook. His fingers were chapped to an extreme degree and were bleeding, so were his feet. He didn't even want to see what his face looked like, his lips felt scabbed and his cheeks were burning. Some colour began to come back into his skin and his eyes began to open wider. He felt like crap and would give anything to be in a nice hot bath right about now. He rubbed his feet against each other in attempt to get them warm.
Loki walked back into the room carrying with her a cuppish-bowl.
"Here," she said handing it to Sora. "This should be easier to hold. Um don't ask what it is." Said Loki as she stood over him with a dishcloth in her hand. Sora took the bowl trading the mug back to Loki. He looked at it, then at her. She urged him on with a wave of her hand and a sheepish grin. He hesitantly rose the bowl up to his mouth took one sip and spit it out in front of him.
"Oh, well what here you expecting? Apple juice?" Loki stated as she began mopping up the mess on Sora's shirt.
"Oh. Well, here." She said taking the bowl from him and placing it on the coffee table. She took Sora's wrist and gently pulled him to his feet where he leaned his entire wait onto her arm. Loki brought him into the kitchen where she met Ryou.
"Ryou. Can you?" Loki asked not needing to continue as Ryou nodded and went into the living room. Loki brought Sora down a small flight of stairs and into a bamboo bathhouse. She walked over to a four-foot deep Japanese bath and let the steaming water run into it. Loki let Sora sit on the edge of the counter next to it. She waited till it was full to the top and put some oils and bubble bath in it.
She smiled, "There's some towels behind the door, if you want, there's some clothes in the closet, they're Ryou's. I'm sure they'll fit. Not much of a selection though, he wears the same thing everyday. Think you can handle it?" Loki asked. Sora was slowly regaining his strength and nodded slowly. "Ok, if you need me call, I'll be in the kitchen." Loki smiled as she stepped to the other side of the door and closed it tight. Sora looked longingly down at the warm water. He slowly took off his belt and necklace plus his other garments and slowly slipped himself into the water. It burnt at first contact with his frostbitten skin, but it felt a lot better. He sank to the bottom and closed his eyes gently.
