I Slithered Here from Eden Just to Sit Outside Your Door

“Hey, Traveler?” Her voice was all high and anxious and muffled by the pillow.He was there, and she could feel his ethereal fingers carding through her hair comfortingly. She tilted her head back to lean into his touch, spying his cloaked figure sitting beside her on her soft bed. His verdant cape billowed slightly from the wind from her open window, and she smiled at him weakly. His smirk, gentle but teasing, widened at her face.Ja, Jester?His clever silvertongue which has convinced her to do so much shit in the past—just like she’s convincedhimto do so much—still twisted intofondnesswhen he said her name.Jesterflushedat his use of Zemnian. He knew, hehadto know about the pale blue eyes that she obsesses over most nights before she sleeps, the way that worn white shirt drapes on his thin form, the way it’s just slightly unbuttoned and she can see his sternum.Gods, the Traveler could be such anassholesometimes. It still… warms her heart, though, that someone knows her well enough to bring forth all her worries in two simple words.JaandJester. “How do I know if a personlikesme?”