Micah opened his eyes. There was a rustle in the dark room and the fragrance of a fruity tea. Gary leaned against the window frame, the moonlight spilling in, making his skin glow whiter than it was. He cradled a cup in his hands and gazed out on the street. Eerily beautiful.
“You came back.” Micah’s voice was heavy with sleep and he cleared his throat. Gary turned to him.
“I did.” He took a sip before putting the cup on the windowsill. A second later the cloak melted away, smoke curling around Gary’s legs.
“Does it crease when you do that?”
Gary huffed. “No, but I doubt people would care if I was to wear a creased cloak.”
Micah moved closer to the wall to make room for Gary and hissed as he climbed into bed. His body was freezing cold, like ice.
“Sorry. I tried tea for that warm and
