#TrollhuntersAngorrot

[inkstainedempire]

Beautiful Darkness

The night was cold and crisp, biting at the windows and slipping under the door, as rain pelted the windows and splashed in the dark street.

Jordan hummed as she heated up some water in the kettle, occasionally glancing out the window to admire the lakes forming in her backyard.

The crickets were silent tonight as worms took over the surface, coming up to breathe the earthy scent of the night.

The kettle started whistling and the girl turned off the stove. She carefully grabbed the handle and poured the steaming liquid into a simple gunmetal grey mug. It was her favorite, being a present from someone special.

Grabbing a few spoonfuls of dried lavender buds, she put them in a strainer and let the tea brew.

She finished her song she was humming and sighed in content. It was a good night.

Setting a timer for ten minutes, the girl walked upstairs and grabbed a blanket, returning downstairs to put it on her couch.

The timer beeped as she walked into the kitchen.

She inhaled the scent of lavender with a small, happy sigh and took out the strainer, letting a few leaves fall to the bottom of the brew. Throwing out the rest and tossing the strainer in the sink, she turned around to head for the living room once more. She stopped for a moment seeing Angor lean against the doorway, displaying a curious look.

"Oh, hello Angor," She hummed with a humble grin, "Care to join me?" She gestured towards the couch, careful to not drop her mug.

The troll nodded sleepily, stepping in line behind her as she led the way to the dark grey sofa.

He sat down and Jordan curled up next to him. She pulled the soft blanket around them and closed her eyes, sipping the warm herbal tea.

The troll chuffed softly, and she smiled at him.

"Want some?" She held the mug towards him. He took it and sniffed the liquid, then tentatively took a sip. His golden eyes lit up in the light of the fire as he pulled the mug away from his lips. He closed his eyes and rolled the flavor around his mouth for a moment, savoring the taste.

"It's wonderful," He murmured, handing the cup back to the girl. She nuzzled his shoulder and a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"Not as wonderful as you, Angor," She softly told him. He smiled in a sad kind of happiness. It was such a beautiful way comment someone, and she saved it for him. How exquisitely wonderful.

The feeling of the dark earthy rain was seeping into the living room, held at bay only by the dying fire. The cold was starting to nip at her bare shoulders and chest, making goosebumps raise on her arms. She pulled the blanket up to her chin and found Angor's hand under it, holding the appendage. His stone skin was cold. It felt nice.

She looked around the dark room, then to Angor's face. His eyes gleamed with a refinined polish and glowed a faint yellow.

"You're absolutely stunning," She breathed, running a hand over his cheek.

"And you, my darling, are the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen," he said as he pressed his forehead to hers in a gentle comfort.

"I'm so lucky," she whispered, "to have a troll like you,"