'Coward.'
Hermes cannot, however, hear enough to make sure if she is in there. If it hasn't been for the faint light leeching underneath the door, he would have really thought Giselle absent.
'Just knock already.'
Once again, his hand lifts, fist forming, only to whip back against his side. Should some sleepless soul decide to wander the darkened halls at this time, they would surely think him a sight. The thought of potentially getting caught after hours outside a woman's bedroom without a well-thought excuse is what finally spurs him to action.
He knocks twice, tentative, and then follows with a more confident triplet, and then, he waits.
Silence seems to stretch on for eternity. The high beams of the ceiling lights shine upon him, mocking his restive form in the darkness below. In the room beyond, he can hear no further disturbance aside from the hateful pulse of the clock.
'She is out, then?' And the light has been left on.
