The moonlight spilled over the earth, coating Elijah in a silvery glow.
The exorcist, dressed in a loose shirt, stood by the closed windowsill. Long lashes framed the hazy, unfocused pair of gray eyes.
He seemed to be in a trance, or perhaps caught up in some past memory. Even when Alexei deliberately made noise while walking, there was no response.
Who dares take your attention when I am here?
He wrapped his arms around his lover from behind, using his hands to warm Elijah's cold ones.
His movement startled Elijah, and the phone from his hand slipped, crashing to the ground with a loud thud.
When Alexei was about to lean down to pick it up, Elijah stopped him.
"Is Maggie troubling you? Or is it that ghost?"
Elijah relaxed his body against Alexei's broad chest.
The strong heartbeat echoed through his back, merging with the rhythm of his own.
"I don't know."
"Don't overdo it, Solnyshko. It won't let you save the whole world now, will it?"
