A time forgotten

Drathon awoke on the sofa, as expected. The sun just broke the horizon as he stood and walked upto the window. His sleeping patterns were still off from before. Though still being a wanted criminal might be part of the reason. He was worried, understandably so, or rather he had a feeling of unease which he wasn't sure was a worry for his own wellbeing or of another. He knew that the girl who saved his life in that alley way living with him was a bad idea. Logically it would only seek to bring him more attention in the end. But getting rid of her wasn't an option unfortunately. Jacob had left a note that simply said, "Be nice to the girl who you owe your life to."

As Drathon arose from the sofa he felt stiff in his upper back and shoulders as he stood he would roll back his shoulders and look around trying to see if he could spot her, then around the corner in the kitchen a feminine voice is heard lightly humming a tune to herself. A soft melody that carried around a feeling of happiness though Drathon was simply left confused.

"Why are you humming like that? You sound strange."

Drathon said, he was in a loose shirt and trousers. His voice made Megan jump making a high pitch screech before she sighed and turned around to look at Drathon.

"Well nice to see you up too. And a good morning would have sufficed you know. Oh and if you really want to know I was humming a tune my mother taught me as a girl."

She would reply to Drathon looking at him, she was wearing an dirty beige apron she had found along with a shirt a bit too large for her and some long bottoms.

"Must have been nice. What are you doing? Making Breakfast? Because I think I smell food but it smells sweet."

The kitchen had few things here and there, obviously cupboards up top to store ingredients and such as well as some below the countertop to store utensils. As Drathon walked up to Megan and looked over her shoulder to see what she was making it just made him more confused. Megan looked at him and nudged him to the side as she continued to cook, in the steel skilled was a light brown disc that smelled sweet. never before had Drathon seen something like this, but why was she making him breakfast.

"It'll be done in a minute ok. Just go sit down."

Megan says, Drathon looking at her hunched over still mesmerised by what was being make. She stared at him, his eyes fixated on the pan but blank other than that. Did his eyes always look like that?

"Just go sit at the table Drathe."

He looked taken back a moment before then turning around and going and sitting down at the table. He waited as if for his last meal or his very first.

"You know, I think other than Jacob, you're the only one I've ever heard call me that."

Drathon mentioned

"Really?"

Megan replied tilting her head as she plated the food.

"Yeah, Jacob was always good to me. Even after we left the guild behind us. Though I feel I let him down, cause even after we left it behind I kept doing what I could to survive meaning I kept killing"

Megan softly sighed as she walked over to the table and layed down a plate of wafer thin pancakes along with a plate for Drathon and one for herself.

"You can tell me all about it later if you want. For now just eat up."

She said in a clear soft, loving tone as she placed her hand on his. Drathon looked back at Megan raising his eyes slowly from the their hands as their eyes met he nodded.

"Later then. What did you say these were?"

He says quickly looking towards the stack of pancakes.

"Their pancakes."

"Your mother teach your how to make those too?"

He asked slanting his head to the side briefly as if a child waiting to see someone's reaction. She giggled under her breath while smiling. it was funny to see him act like this. Much different to how they'd met back in the alley.

"Yes actually. well more she gave me the recipe about a year ago."

"I see. How should I eat it?"

"Well, you have jam right? Spread some on it and then roll it up and eat it."

"Jam would make it more sweet... ok. I'll try it."

As he stood it was clear he didn't sleep too well, or rather he hasn't been for awhile. He'd roll his shoulders back and rotate his neck enough to loosen it up. As he opened one of the cupboards a series of knocks was heard at the door. Drathon had already taken out the jam and then sighed. he moved towards his jacket and pulled out a throwing knife as he moves towards the door and looks through the peephole. He sighs opening it up to reveal Evie at the Door.

"Oh, hey Evie."

"Well, at least it's good you haven't changed Drathe."

She smiles and hugs him it seemed brief but for her it felt longer, seeing as they hadn't seen eachother for a long time now. Ever since he'd gotten back Drathon only corresponded through and with Jacob, other than running into Megan after being chased into a back alley by a patrol.

"So, who's this?"

Evie motioned to Megan.

"She saved my life about a week back. What's this about I was about to eat breakfast."

"With Jacob busy with a kid he helped I needed to give you an update."

Drathon had sat back at the table after grabbing the jam and a butter knife scooping up the jam and spreading across the pancake tearing it in places then doing as Megan had told him.

"Can it wait?"

"No."

Drathon continued with breakfast and Megan was feeling awkward just looked between the two.

"Fine."

"MPs are opening up your case files again."

Evie sternly mentioned to him, locking eyes.

"And?"

"You need to stay inside."

"Nothing new then. I won't... What about her?"

He asks as he turns to look at Megan behind him, cleaning the table up the giving an awkward stare back at Drathon, she didn't know the whole story of him however she saved his life so he owed her to an extent, however it seems this blank faced man had much on his plate, much she would have to find out for herself in time.