"And you're pants too." She said with a proud smile as she sat down next to him. Her hair was a floppy mess, as the moonlight hit her face, making her glow. She looked almost ghostly, hauntingly beautiful,like a fallen star. She then put her head on his shoulder. "Come to bed. I'm a big girl I can protect myself. It's also freezing cold out here."
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Zenith sits there for a moment, staring at Evelyn as his brain stalls. Then, after a few moments too long, he looks away. "I know you can protect yourself. But I…" He trails off, heat rushing to his face. "I want to be sure that you're safe."
"Wouldn't you feel better knowing I'm all snug in your arms, head to your chest, able to put your fingers through my hair, thankful that we survived? Much better than sitting out here in the cold and dark, alone and afraid. The bed is warm and I'm there. In nothing but your clothes and undies. Please?" She asked, looking at him with big blue eyes.
Zenith glances back over, ignoring the way his face flushes red. "I- I need to keep you safe." He looks back out to the city around them. "Go back to bed, Ev." He murmurs, clenching his pistol so tightly his knuckles begin to turn white. He needs to keep her safe. As appealing as it sounds, he can't let her get hurt because of his own selfish interests. No, better to wait out here. Better safe than sorry.
She huffed and got up, and headed inside, then came back out dragging blankets and pillows. "Since you won't come to bed with me, then I'll bring the bed to you!" She said cheerfully, stubborn as ever as she wrapped them both in a blanket, and leaned on him, yawning. "The city sure is pretty at night isn't it?" She asked softly, her arms wrapping around his one arm, hugging it close.
Zenith sighs. He's clearly not going to be able to convince her to go back to bed. He switches the pistol to his left hand- the one not being hugged by Evelyn- and removes it from the blanket, so his arm and the weapon won't be covered.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." He comments idly, still eyeing the city around them for potential threats.
"Hm. And sometimes the beholder is blind to all beauty. I see light in even the darkest of nights,and I see shadows behind every single sun beam." She said smartly, hugging his arm tighter.
Zenith blinks, not having an answer to that. He decides to just not reply, going back to scanning the world around them. He fiddles with his gun, which is probably dangerous, but it's not aimed at anything, so he could care less.
She eventually fell asleep on him, which meant that if he got up he'd knock her over and shove her onto the roof, hurting her and waking her up. Which would piss her off. And may the gods save the man that pisses off Evelyn when she wakes for she has no mercy until she sees the punishment as fit. Dangerous as ever. She talked softly in her sleep, little rambles of nonsense and she had a cute tiny snore.
Zenith notes that she's fallen asleep and sighs. Looks like he's not getting his arm back anytime soon. Wordlessly, he continues his search for threats. While it's unlikely they'll try anything else tonight, it doesn't hurt to be cautious. He smiles slightly at the light snore, but jerks his mind away from it. No, he has to stay focused. He doesn't have time for that.
She mumbled in her sleep. "Silly Zenith, Theta's math not a name…oh look a flying sandwich…" It was some nonsensical dream she was having. A soft smile was on her lips though as she nuzzled him a bit.
Zenith does his best to ignore her ramblings. It's not meant for him to hear, so he shouldn't be listening. He sighs once more, glancing down at Evelyn. A small smile adorns his face as he turns back to the city around them. He needs to focus, damn it!
Focus? No. She smiled and in her sleep kissed the air. "Oh Zeni, your lips are so cold…here set them on fire." She then kissed his arm. "See much warmer." She then giggled.
Zenith feels his face flush red. He has no idea what she's saying, but… Zeni? Giggling?
Wait, why is he reacting like this? No, no, he needs to focus. He can't afford to be distracted, no matter how adorable she's being!
She shuffled, and fell right out of his arms, and kinda just flopped onto the cold, uncomfortable, hard roof. She whimpered in her sleep, and curled up into a ball, beginning to shiver.
Zenith grits his teeth, but gets up and grabs Evelyn, careful not to wake her. Quietly, softly, gently, he takes her inside and sets her back on his bed.
"Stay." He whispers, turning to head back to the roof.
She mumbled and latched onto him like a leech. There was no way she was letting go now. Her super strength would make sure of that.
Zenith spends a moment trying to pry her off before realizing its no use. With yet another sigh, he wraps her in a blanket and takes her back up to the roof with him. He's going to keep watch, no matter what dumb things the universe throws at him.
(I am not finished with you Zenith) She nuzzled into his neck. "Mmm…warm…" She said quietly, face pressed into him.
(Lol, I like making him suffer. It's a good suffering this time… I think)
Zenith grips his gun tighter, debating waking her up. He needs to make sure she stays safe, damn it. He can't afford to be distracted! He needs to keep her safe. They may have just met, but he's not willing to lose her. He refuses to lose her.
(Waking her up will get you angrily yeeted off the roof, cussed at, and possibly have something chucked at you.) She kissed his neck softly, and finally settled into a deep enough sleep where she would only occasionally shuffle in her sleep.
(… that'll end with Zenith either crying or stabbing himself.)
Zenith bites his lip, taking a deep breath. This is fine. This is fine. He just needs to concentrate on the city, not on the adorable girl clinging to him. Easy, right?
Wrong. He can't even pay the slightest bit of attention to anything other than her. Who gave her the right to be so cute?
(Then don't wake her up.) She sighed in her sleep, and smiled softly. Who knew what she was dreaming about. Suddenly, her face scrunched up, and she began tossing and turning, whispering no, before she woke up with a scream. "NO!" She sat up, panting, nearly falling out of his arms. She looked around quickly, collecting her bearings, and when she saw him she calmed down, her breaths evening out as she relaxed back into him. "Sorry about that…"
Zenith's gun falls from his grasp, clattering onto the roof and down to the pavement below. But he could care less about the weapon. Right now, his focus is on Evelyn. He quickly wraps his arms around her, pulling her close. "It's okay." He whispers. "Don't apologize. I have nightmares too." He fights back a wince at the memories. "It's okay now. You're with me. No one can hurt you now, I promise."
She whimpered a bit and hid in his neck, breathing him in fully as her arms wrapped around him. "It's just my past…haunts me everywhere…" She said quietly as she pressed her face into him. She was trying really hard to not squeeze him so hard that she broke his ribs, which she would sometimes do.