The Runeska Manor [Invite only]
Jun 30, 2015 21:30:51 GMT -7
Post by Runeska on Jun 30, 2015 21:30:51 GMT -7
In response to the hard poke to his forward, the eyes of the young man snapped wide open. In his eyes were alertness, sharp focus, and wariness, however, they were consumed by a wildly maddened glare. The eyes were red from the pupil, with veiny extensions trailing down through the pinkish sclera. Plainly put, they were blood shot, similar to someone who’d just waken up, but eerily so. More alarming, in response, the poke generated an automatic muscular reflex where a hand shot up and viciously grabbed Zenovia’s throat in a tight grip. That bloodshot gaze searched her feature as his face twisted into that of a predator. “Who!? You… you…?” the voice contained no subtlety or gentility. In fact, it could have been someone else other than Runeska.
However, after completely looking over her face, something like recognition came over him. He gradually woke up completely over the course of the next few seconds. “I’m… sorry….. You startled me… Zenovia?” He first and foremost, let go of her throat, then closed and rubbed his eyes, pushing the sleep away. That, however, did nothing for his confusion. He was now looking up at the ceiling overhead. “Where… am…? I thought I went to my room… to sleep?” He looked back at Zenovia, having softened his features to the familiar Runeska she knew. Granted that he’d just grabbed her by the throat, he… was worried, needless to say. “Zenovia, are you ok? I… didn’t mean to hurt you. It was reflex.”
He kept shaking his head as if to bring himself out of another world. It took a moment, during which, he sat up all the way, flexed his hand a bit, as if to increase circulation, then he seemed to be fine, though the grogginess loomed. “I guess I fell asleep before I got to my room? Why did you wake me up? I thought I’d asked Shuria to get me.” In response, a bit of shuffling could be heard in the distance, moving further away. With a bit of a sigh, he apologized again. “I’m really sorry about that. Sometimes I’m not myself when I wake up suddenly. Shuria’s the only maid that wakes me without that reaction more often than not…. That’s why she’s my attendant.”
Suddenly, his stomach began to growl, very loudly in response to a smell. So someone had cooked? Oh, so that’s why Zenovia woke him. “Ah, right, lunch… or dinner? Anyway, If guess they cooked then we should eat… That is… if you still want to?” Suddenly, he was unsure, afraid he’d both hurt and offended her without meaning to. Would she carry a grudge or dig further into the incident?
However, after completely looking over her face, something like recognition came over him. He gradually woke up completely over the course of the next few seconds. “I’m… sorry….. You startled me… Zenovia?” He first and foremost, let go of her throat, then closed and rubbed his eyes, pushing the sleep away. That, however, did nothing for his confusion. He was now looking up at the ceiling overhead. “Where… am…? I thought I went to my room… to sleep?” He looked back at Zenovia, having softened his features to the familiar Runeska she knew. Granted that he’d just grabbed her by the throat, he… was worried, needless to say. “Zenovia, are you ok? I… didn’t mean to hurt you. It was reflex.”
He kept shaking his head as if to bring himself out of another world. It took a moment, during which, he sat up all the way, flexed his hand a bit, as if to increase circulation, then he seemed to be fine, though the grogginess loomed. “I guess I fell asleep before I got to my room? Why did you wake me up? I thought I’d asked Shuria to get me.” In response, a bit of shuffling could be heard in the distance, moving further away. With a bit of a sigh, he apologized again. “I’m really sorry about that. Sometimes I’m not myself when I wake up suddenly. Shuria’s the only maid that wakes me without that reaction more often than not…. That’s why she’s my attendant.”
Suddenly, his stomach began to growl, very loudly in response to a smell. So someone had cooked? Oh, so that’s why Zenovia woke him. “Ah, right, lunch… or dinner? Anyway, If guess they cooked then we should eat… That is… if you still want to?” Suddenly, he was unsure, afraid he’d both hurt and offended her without meaning to. Would she carry a grudge or dig further into the incident?