The wind blade dissolving into a gentle breeze that dissipated into nothingness. Eirin got back on her bed and sat there, her body now a limp, tired thing, the adrenaline of the moment gone.
"Are you even allowed outside, Shade Cromwell? You know there's a curfew. A rule that applies even to you, I believe." Eirin's voice was laced with a tired amusement, a silent, knowing look on her face. "Do you know that it's a crime to sneak into a girl's room in the middle of the night? You scared me half to death."
Eirin followed the young man with her gaze as he walked towards the light switch, his movements a graceful, fluid dance in the shadows, and opened it all up, flooding the room a cold, antiseptic light that made the quiet, moonlit darkness a memory.
The sudden brightness caused Eirin to squint, her eyes protesting the abrupt change, and she was about to tell him off again when he turned to face her, his dark, intense eyes a shimmering pool of light.
