The Rooftop

[Syric Irash]

He nodded, playing oblivious to her mock annoyance and rubbing her bare belly slowly and soothingly. He could feel her tail brush against his legs as it wagged gently. His gaze turned from the lycan to the moon, his chin remaining on her shoulder. He didnt dare look down; unlike Airi, heights frightened him dreadly.
The moon was a waning crescent, red and bright in the night sky. It still shone bright white light down on the grounds, something Scyre and Airi always welcomed.
"Nice moon, huh?" He asked nonchalantly.  

[Dystopia Lycanthropia]

Airi smiled slightly, one of her sharp canines poking out from under her top lip. Her tail was still wagging, because she was always happy to just be with Scyre.
"Yeah.... it's a wonderful moon," she said softly, staring up at it. Though it was nowhere near full, it still caused a very slight tug, a want to run in her wolf form under it.

 

[Syric Irash]

He chuckled, seeing the toothy half-smile she had. He nuzzled her cheek softly, taking his hands from her stomach and sitting next to her. He wrapped one arm around her, holding her close to him in an effort to keep her warm despite the cool night.
"So...Why did you take off so early?" He questioned, rubbing her shoulder.
He knew how the moon made her, she was a werewolf after all. It was only normal for her to want to run under the moon.  

[Dystopia Lycanthropia]

Airi curled up slightly against him, trying to get warmer. She was always cold, so she was cold even with the only slightly cool breeze. Normally, she would be wearing warmer, more covering clothes, but it had been a while since she had been out under the moonlight, and she wanted to enjoy it as much as possible.
"No reason..." she mumbled, closing her eyes again and trying to ignore the urge to transform.

 

[Syric Irash]

Tilting his head curiously at her answer, Scyre couldnt help but wonder. He hugged her closer to him, leaning his head against hers. She wasnt really a morning person, and she looked as if she was in a hurry when she left.
"You sure? You seemed in a hurry, and you were all dolled up too. You've only dressed like that on maybe one of our dates...Plus you hardly ever wake up at seven in the morning..." He rubbed her shoulder again, trying to keep her warm.  

[Dystopia Lycanthropia]

Airi growled and stared out into the night sky, her bright red eyes darkening slightly.
"I had stuff to do," she said irritably. She just didn't feel like telling him that she had snuck off to be with her foster family. Scyre hadn't even noticed that she had been leaving early once a week for quite a while. This time, she had decided to wake him up, so he didn't sleep in all day; he probably had stuff to do during the day.

 

[Syric Irash]

Scyre smiled slightly despite the irritable response. The only thing that Scyre hoped was that she wasn't going out to be with someone else, atleast in a romantic sense. He just wanted to be with her, for her to live at his place.
"Alright...Just curious where you've been going every week." He chuckled, nuzzling her again.
He always woke up when the room to his door opened or closed, never mind the empty void in his bed.  

[Dystopia Lycanthropia]

Airi sighed and kissed his neck softly. She didn't want to keep things from him, but he might want to meet her foster family if she told him about them... and she wasn't sure how they'd react. The lycan froze when she heard his words. He'd known the whole time...
"It's...nothing major," she mumbled, yawning slightly.

 

[Syric Irash]

Scyre shivered at the kiss, her kisses always seemed to affect him like that. He knew she was hiding something, but he'd leave it at nothing important. He never really did much, sometimes he would catch his classes, others he would just stay home. Today he just spent the whole day on the roof, napping and working on his fighting stances.
He yawned too, closing his eyes for a moment. Even though he did nap, Scyre always seemed to be slightly tired.  

[Dystopia Lycanthropia]

Airi grinned slightly at the effect her kiss had on him, but his kisses did the same thing to her. She was quickly getting drowsier, and she yawned again.
"Maybe we should head back down..." she mumbled, sleepiness nearly slurring her speech.

 

[Syric Irash]

"Maybe...But let me guess, you want to be carried?" He chuckled, getting up.
No matter what the circumstances, Airi always seemed to want Scyre to carry her. She could be wide awake or dead tired, angry or pleasant. He offered his hand to her to help her off of the ledge.  

[Dystopia Lycanthropia]

Airi laughed a little, taking his hand and stepping down from the ledge.
"If you don't mind carrying me..." she said, trailing off with another yawn. She always loved being carried by him, especially when she was tired.

 

[Syric Irash]

Scyre smiled wider, sweeping his love up in his arms. He always humored her with this, and she always enjoyed it anyway. He bounced her in his arms as he went down the stairs, having completely forgotten about the other girl that had intruiged him.  

[Dystopia Lycanthropia]

Airi sighed happily, laying her head against his chest. Being in his arms always made her feel safer.
"Thanks... I love you," she said softly as he carried her off to bed.

 

[Syric Irash]

"I love you, too..." He whispered to her, carrying her out of the dorms.
Even though it was late he carried her down the street to his small home. He really liked the privacy of this, it was more than what the dorms offered. Besides, if he lived in the dorms then he would be bothered about going to classes.