He wonders what is going through her mind, if she is even aware of what she is doing to him inside.
Every illicitt, errotic desires he's had of her comes to him in his every waking moments. Images going through his head of what lies beneath that armoured suit she wears as a shield.
He sees her silhouette as she gazes out of the window studying this new life of hers, a world of darkness. She is frightened for what lies ahead for her. She brushes her long blue hair away from her face, slowly she turns sensing his presence as he is at a standstill mesmerized at her beauty. She takes a step forward. He was frozen in place, so terrified of the feeling he has for this goddess. He could feel the thumping in his heart.
She watches this creature of a man. Illyria circles slowly around him, inspecting every inch of this mortal being standing before her.
"Hello, Illyria. You are up quite early." He takes a gulp of his coffee. He hates her. He wants her to go away. At least he did until somewhere along the way his heart had begun to soften. Sometimes he can't believe himself. Making his life complicated, he doesn't know why he'd give anything for her.
"Is it not beautiful?" Illyria points out towards the window.
"What is?"
"This, that. The golden colors of the sky." There is a faint smile which crosses her face.
"Ah, yes. The sunrise."
Her eyes widen. "Sunrise? What...what is sunrise, Wesley?"
"Sunrise is the beginning of daybreak. It is also called dawn."
She tilts her head to one side unsure of what is being said.
"The day begins to grow light as the sun rises, Illyria."
She nods, closes her eyes, trying to visualize it in her mind.
"Do you know about sunset," he whispers, as he stood a little closer than usual to her. She opens her eyes looking straight ahead out of the window, she takes a deep breath, then slowly exhales.
"It is when the sun disappears into the horizon. Then, it will be nightfall."
"Is it as beautiful as this...this thing you call sunrise out there?" She could feel the soft pitter, patter in her heart.
"Even more," he answers softly, "beautiful."
"Will you show me the sunset? I want to see the beauty of the night."
"Yes, we can watch the sunset together tonight."
"Together. I believe I will enjoy that." Her sky blue eyes glistens. They stood watching the sunrise untill she broke the silence.
"Your world is sometimes beautiful. Where I come from it is always dark. Wesley?"
"What?"
"Thank you for the sunrises and sunsets in your world."
"You are very welcome, Illyria."
"Sunrise is when the day begins and sunset is when the day ends into nightfall. Is it not correct?" She stated.
"Yes, that is correct."
"Sunrise and sunset with you," she whispers softly not sure if he could hear her.
Wesley smiles to himself. He doesn't remember when he smiled last. "And enters Illyria. She complicates things. And if I don't stop this feeling inside of me right now, I am certain I will lose control for what I feel for her," he silently tells himself.
"I think I will get accustomed to you, that is, I am beginning to get accustomed to this world of yours." She cocks her head to the side, leans her weight on one leg and her arms folded across her front.
"Yes, Illyria?"
"Yes, what, Wesley?"
"You're staring at me?"
"Am I?"
"Yes. Is there something you need to ask me?"
"For a human, you are most beautiful to look at."
Wesley smiles slightly.
"And when you look at me, Wesley, am I beautiful in your eyes?"
"Yes," was his soft reply, "very beautiful."
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder."
"Yes, you are most definitely correct, Illyria."
"You are beautiful as the sunrise. You are my light in this dark world," she whispers.
"Thank you," was his only reply.
"Wesley?"
"Yes?"
"My eyes can see why she loved you." Slowly, Illyria walks away as she leaves Wesley alone to ponder thoughts of her.