The sky is silver, and rain falls, creating shining pools on the lifeless ground. One of these icy mirrors is smashed fleetingly by an ill placed boot.
“Marvellous” sighs the boots owner, who raises a hand to his eyes and squints at the distant horizon, as if he forgot it ever existed. He turns his gaze to his companion, who is still striding ahead indifferently, her indomitable eyes searching the area, looking for something he can’t see.
“Alena...” he starts, but is shushed before he can continue. He smirks and shakes his head good naturedly, and returns to dodging puddles.
They are watched by no man.
Meanwhile, as the suns light barely peeks over a warm horizon, a tiny bird hops and pecks over the dusty ground. Its thoughts are focused on food and little else.
It is being watched.
Suddenly, the sun breaks through, igniting the land with shining light, and blinding the bird’s would-be hunter, a sandy haired boy. The sparrow flees without a second thought. The boy mutters and obscenity and trudges back to his home.
He is being watched, much like the bird.
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It had been a long day, exhausting, and not as worthwhile as she had hoped. Still, at least it wasn’t entirely pointless, she thought, flicking a strand of blonde out of her eyes, and delicately pulling out the box that concealed the priceless (to her, at least) fragments of parchment. Placing them on the desk, she slipped into the chair, and wrenched off her silt covered boots, grimacing at the pain. She sighed, placing her head in her hands, almost too tired to think. Almost. She sighed as she recalled the lethargia of the day, at the idiocy of some of those morons that called themselves scientists. She sighed again, and pushed herself up, resigned to a fitful slumber. But before she could even take a step, she froze. She had heard a noise, something that would be almost un-audible to any normal human, something that would be dismissed unconsciously by that most insensible sensible part of the brain.
However, Alena Ida Novikov was no normal human.
So, still frozen, she tensed, ready to spring, tiredness aside. She took a calming breath, and moved herself away from the desk, allowing herself more room to manoeuvre.
Breathing slowly, her heart pumping quickly, her bright eyes noticed a shadow on the floor. Her mouth twitched, recognizing the silhouette (and the audacity) and relaxed. A second after, she leant into the figure suddenly behind her back, and placed a hand on top of the one at her waist.
“You’re a silly man Lucas...” she breathed, a smile breaking her mouth.
“I blame you Alena my darling” he whispered back, starting them swaying lightly “You’re a very bad influence on me” he continued, teasingly
“Oh shush” she replied, turning into him as if dancing, reaching hand to push his hair out of his eyes. He opened his mouth, but she placed a finger on his lips. “Please my love” he sea-green eyes pleading, almost scared for once. He nodded, and she buried her head in his chest, still swaying to an inaudible waltz.
After forever or a second, she looked up at him again, her smile back, and silenced his lips with hers. They fell together, and all sleep was forgotten.
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