He climbed the stairs to his apartment and opened the door, tossing his bag onto the table and running a hand through his blonde hair tiredly.
Tez looked around, her head cocked as she observed any differences from last time. After a moment she sighed, and went to the bedroom.
Tez sat on the edge of the bed, laying back for a moment before heading to the bathroom to tie her hair.
When the door swung open, she would see Rowan look up, his shirt draped casually over his arm. His torso was strong and toned, but large scars that crossed over each other would distract from his level of fitness. His chest was covered with them, leaving pale lines all over his skin. Muscles shifted under his skin as he turned to look at her and he raised an eyebrow, seeming more annoyed and resigned than surprised.
Her expression didn't change except when she made extremely brief eye contact. He may have caught her observing him before she quickly shut the door without another word. It happened very quickly.
He blinked, sighed irritably, and slipped on his shirt, pausing only for a moment to splash water on his face.
The hall light turned off and there was a creak as Rowan laid down on the couch. He frowned before pulling the jar out of his bag and shaking it cautiously.
It lit up with teal and blue, the color vibrant as swirled. It only lasted a few seconds before the room went dark again.
His eyes widened and he watched the water almost in awe, his lips slightly parting. He paused for a moment after the darkness returned before he dared to steal a glance down the hallway, checking to make sure that Tez wasn’t nearby. When he was sure,he shook it again. And again. And again.
Eventually, Tez peeked out of the doorway. She didn't make herself very noticeable, but she was curious.
He swirled the water in a tiny whirlpool, his eyes widening. His face seemed almost childlike, his head cocked with curiosity and his eyes wide and warm.
Gradually, though, the frown on his lips returned and he set the jar gently down on the table. “Do you make a habit of spying on people during private moments, Siren?”
He stretched out languidly, resting his head on the arm of the couch. It was an interesting development; he laid out in front of her with a leisurely posture, but his frame was tense and alert, showing that he was acutely aware of her presence. “Well, you've invaded my privacy twice tonight. It would seem as if you were going for a new record.”
She said nothing, looking down at the floor. "I'm sorry," she said quietly, her voice surprisingly soft and worried before she disappeared back into the room.
