Wrong place at the wrong time?

It felt intimidating in a way to be so close and naked. Even if Dahria wasnt shy of being naked, it was another talk when it came to intimacy. Raziela’s impression made her swallow; it seemed more like a taunt. “I’ve been with enough to know what to do.” She said quietly, shifting between the dark eyes before her. “But I’ve never showered with someone who wasnt my girlfriend,” she admitted in a soft chuckle.

She was definitely taunting her by now. Dahria was rendered speechless for a second as her mind was processing what was happening now. The empusa that had said no further than last night that she would stick to her principles, were now here saying that the fenix was being a coward? Dahria chuckled, “I’m not hesitating. But you’ve given me nothing but red lights up until now. You cant blame me for being a little surprised?” She replied, before she placed a hand under the empusa’s chin, turning her face towards her. “Is this you giving me permission?” She asked, tilting her head to the side quite curiously.

She was good, Dahria had to give her that. Watching her leave made Dahria stand still for a bit before she turned off the water. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off quickly, shivering as soon as she felt air on her skin. She grabbed her clothes and just went to the bedroom without a word. She got into her underwear and her tanktop before she crawled into bed with her hair almost still dripping, but she brought her towel as well. She dried off her hair in the comforts of the bed, where she could keep warm among the duvets.

She had pretty much given up on her hair for now, wrapping her towel around it all and placing it like a nicely wrapped turban on her head. When Raziela entered, she had expected some backhanded comment but the empusa said nothing and instead seemed to go out of her way to be nice. Dahria chuckled at her words, pulling the heating blanket inside her little ball before she pressed it to her chest. She didnt mind if it got hot enough to burn, she hadnt ever felt what it was like to be burned by something. “I woke up in a good mood, so I’ll behave,” she assured her, before she frowned a little. “When will you be back?” She asked. She didnt know if she would even be here if the other empusa, the leader one, decided that she had overstayed her welcome; after all, she wasnt as interesting as her purple friends.

She frowned a little at the answer, leaning back towards the headboard. “Sounds boring as hell.” She mumbled into the soft fabric, shrugging at her question, “Is it crazy if I just care for you, just a little bit?” She returned it with a sassy smile to follow. Part of her didnt know if she was getting through to anything, but she also didnt feel like she was in a rush, especially under these warm duvets wrapped safely around her. She sighed happily at the warmth she was starting to feel, closing her eyes. “I’ll be here when you get back,” she said as if she was promising it to her.

She chuckled at her answer and shook her head before she made her promise. That Raziela just nodded and left made her sigh, but she wasnt angry or annoyed. She simply sat for a while till she felt warm enough to get dressed. Once she was dressed, she went out in the hallway, looking discreetly in every room as she searched for Salil or Nithmeia, if she could find both she would be estatic.

Seeing Nithmeia made her smile widely as she closed the door behind her. But the gauze made her frown a little as she quickly went to her to check the wrapping, making sure it wasnt too tight around the daemoness’ neck. “Goodmorning,” she replied a little preoccupied as she inspected her, even if she hadnt asked for permission. She wanted to be sure that the daemons kept their promise. “Have they fed you? Both of you?” She asked as she glanced down to Salil but quickly looked back at Nithmeia, carefully holding flat hands around her neck after the short inspection.

“Oh,” she replied with a soft smile on her lips when she realized she was getting ahead of herself, looking at their hands before she pulled it back to hers. She had to admit that she found the purple skin quite fascinating. She looked around the room, wondering why there were so many bedrooms with seemingly hidden stories behind the new furniture; Though this wasnt a time to ponder, especially as Nithmeia reminded her of her own hunger. “I’m starving,” she admitted, placing a hand over her stomach that rumbled softly against her palm as she touched it. “Want to check out this place?” She suggested,

She wanted to jump up in the air with excitement, but if Salil was sleeping, she wasnt going to just wake him up like that. Instead she followed Nithmeia out, ready to explore this house of mysteries. The daemons passing them made her frown a little as she heard Nithmeia’s mumble. “Jerks,” she sighed before she locked her arm with Nithmeia’s. “Where to first?” She asked, looking around before she started walking. The house had looked so small, but inside it was like there was no end to it.

“Sounds great,” she chuckled heartily. The mention of adventure had almost made her forget her hunger, but the reminder was nice. It wouldnt have been fun to have their exploration cut short by a tummyache. They made it to a cupboard and Dahria frowned a little as Nithmeia went for it. Did she think food was kept in cupboard? Dahria decided to look around as well, stopping by a bowl of real fruit that made her mouth water a little at the sight of peaches. She loved those more than anything. Nithmeia’s discovery made her turn her eyes as she popped the peach in her hoodie’s pocket along with an apple. “Alright then. Let me lead the way,” she said as she hopped inside the cupboard, “Dont close it,” she said as she realized there wasnt exactly a visible handle to be found inside. 
She crawled down the stairs, feeling the dust cling to her hands. She should have been more weary of her step because one foot on a weakened wooden step was enough to make it crack and she fell the rest of the way onto the floor. Before she knew it, she laid there on the cold stone with dust all over her and a discomfort from the fall.

Lying on the cold stone floor wasnt exactly comfortable, but luckily she wasnt hurt badly. At best it would be a sprain in her wrist, which wasnt exactly bad. “I’m fine,” she answered through clenched teeth, gripping her wrist as the daemoness made her last few steps. She scoffed at the remark as she accepted the help, to realize she had dropped her apple. She looked around but it seemed that it had rolled underneath something and she couldnt be bothered to pull the place apart. She looked around at the items she could see from the dim light, letting out a baffled wow when Nithmeia said it was further than she could see. “Should we look under the linen?” She asked in a dareful tone, if they wanted to end up in trouble, the way ahead was leading a sure path.

Everything was so dusty, Dahria had to cover her nose to not end out in a fit of sneezes. She looked at the painting before them, frowning a little to herself when she quickly connected the dots. Lifting her hand to dust off the face of one curly haired boy and one of the girls. She swallowed hard and shifted between the faces. “Jasper and Raziela,” she mumbled, though as she dusted off the faces of the rest of the children, they all looked exactly the same with very little features to tell them apart. “They did live here,” she mumbled as she looked around. She went to another item, pulling off the linen to expose an old piano. She ran her thumb along a golden plate, reading the names out loud of the two girls. “Eloaria and Raziela,” she whispered before looking at Nithmeia. “I think this is the remains of the children who lived here,” she pondered, folding her lips for a second. This didnt feel right, going through the stuff of someone else’s childhood; ans yet she was curious.