Dorian Vega
Birthdate: May 6, 2010 (Age 35)

Origin: Madrid, Spain
Powers & supernatural powers: Atharim

Psychological description: Dorian is practical and patient most of the time. He has been known to have a temper when he gets aggravated. He does not like to repeat himself. Dorian's image is all about being the perfect son to his wealthy father. He puts on the air of perfect son, perfect husband, perfect father when in the company of his father's peers and typically when he's at home in Spain. However Dorian is far from the perfect image he portrays to most of the world, he is rebellious against his father's views on life, mainly due to the fact that Dorian likes men. Dorian is charming and has expensive tastes even when he's out hunting monsters. He is an experienced leader. Dorian is a minor technophobe - because of his father's ventures in the technological field, Dorian avoids most of it.

Physical description: Dorian is 5'11", his black hair cut close, almost always perfectly in its place. He dons a mustache and thin beard that he takes great pride in maintaining. His gray blue eyes are deep set and framed with a stunning pair of eye lashes. Dorian is always impeccably dressed, everything he owns is designer down to the socks on his feet and the boxers he wears. He even has his uniform custom made.

Dorian has a tribal flame tattoo that covers the left side of his body from shoulder to groin spanning both front and back and down his right arm to just above his wrist. With a proper long sleeved shirt there is no evidence of the large black tattoo that he got at 18. In the middle of the tribal tattoo on his left forearm, a tribal dragon oroborous with the Chinese symbol of son scribed in the middle of the circle the beast creates sit displaying his affiliation hidden in plain sight amongst his teenage rebellious times. Luckily the original tattoo was easily extended to encompass it.

Classically he wears a black Gucci watch decked out in the latest of wrist worn computers. The only thing out of place and out of his sophisticated look is the black leather cord around his neck tied to his gold wedding band.

Biography:

Being the only son of a wealthy family had both its ups and downs. Dorian Vega was the only son, the only child of Emilio Vega, CEO and owner of Jivana, a technology company that focused on providing the world the most cutting edge electronics for the betterment of man kind. In other words, Jivana, provided the best technology available for hospitals, doctors as well as a few consumer products that monitored your health and fitness.

Emilio had married young, his wife Dolores, and Dorian was born shortly there after. Emilio was the son of the original CEO and owner, it was after all the family business. Dorian was to be groomed for the position himself. But Dorian had other thoughts on that. By the age of 5 he knew he was different. His first kiss at the age of 10 had proved that, the boy he'd kissed punched Dorian in the face afterwards. It was rather humorous, after the fact. Dorian learned how to keep his preferences quiet. His father had lectured him on it, no, it wasn't a lecture it was yelling.

Despite the fact that Dorian was not interested in the girls his age, he was quiet the charmer. He had a few girlfriends before his wife, Anastasia, but he loved none, and it really was all for show. Since the punch in the face Dorian put on a new show. He dressed exactly like he was expected to. Dorian loved to have the finest things around him, his clothes were no different. The expensive silks and fine accessories. It was his cover for things, everything was perfect. His clothes, his hair, his attitude. He was charming yet intelligent.

But he still rebelled in little ways, and in those moments of rebellion Dorian concocted a plan, it was devious, and it was mean, but it would work, and it DID work. Dorian was pandering at the time to the heiress of some fashionista, he feigned his interest well. Well enough to sleep with her. It had probably been the hardest thing in his life to do considering women were just not his thing, but he managed through it all, he even enjoyed himself, more than once with Anastasia. He insured there would be an accident, and sure enough at the age of 16 Anastasia became pregnant.

Upon hearing the news Dolores impressed upon Dorian the proper Catholic upbringing she held, and that no grandchild of hers would be born to an unwed underage couple. So with the consent of Anastasia's family, they were married in secret, and their son, Cruz, born 3 months later in wedlock. The perfect little family except a few years too early. The whole thing was kept quiet until Dorian turned 18 when he came into his inheritance. The house his parents lived in were his, they moved to live by the Spaniard coast in a much smaller house.

His father expected him to start working for the company business but Dorian had other plans, he went to University in Moscow instead studying business, as per his perfect image demanded. Finally away from his father and his perfect view of his life, Dorian was able to be free.

Dorian's first boyfriend was an adrenaline junkie, he liked to jump out of planes, bungee jump off bridges and over cliffs. His latest acts were in the fighting rings well beneath the streets of Moscow. Dorian had started to pick up a few things with his new beau, he started working out hard core, started learning various martial arts, pretty much anything anyone would teach him.

His boyfriend became disinterested in Dorian when Dorian started showing him up in the ring. But Dorian had persuaded him to tell him where he was getting his rush from, he did better than that, he showed Dorian the door, and left him standing at the entrance as he stalked off with another man - a man far less pretty than Dorian was, and a lot weaker.

Dorian didn't like the perception that he'd been a weak person before now. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't, but he was certainly glad he wasn't now. Dorian despite his attire easily walked into the fight club and was surprised when no one commented on his wish to enter into a match.

Dorian came to find out that the matches were against so-called monsters. The man he was to fight looked almost zombie like. He smelled of death though, and Dorian knew that something was off. His opponent had inhuman speed and strength and Dorian had to quickly adjust his thinking. This wasn't a sparring match, the thing nearly bit him twice and tried to rip his head off more than once.

It was the hardest fight Dorian had ever been in, but it was the most satisfying one too. By the end, his opponent lay crumpled on the ground gasping for air as Dorian had crushed its wind pipe with his fist. He hadn't meant to do it and no one seemed to care really as the man, creature, thing lay lying on the ground dying.

Blood covered his hands, he felt every ache and pain in his body, but it felt wonderful. A man came up to him with a smile. He was a few years older than he was, probably 10 or so. His russian accent was harsh on Dorian's ears, "That was some fight. You ever seen one of them before?"


Dorian shrugged and headed towards the bathroom to clean up. "No, my first fight. I don't think it's even human, if you can beleive that."


The man laughed, "It's not. It's called a Rougarou."


Dorian stopped in the bathroom doorway and turned towards the man. "A what?"


The man laughed again and held out his hand. "Martin Borovsky, I'd like to tell you more about that and maybe offer you some training and a job if you like what you hear. Few men can do what you just did on their first match. And I've been watching this place for a while."


Dorian shrugged, "Sure why not."
He knew his father wouldn't approve, which made it all the better. The man handed Dorian a card with information on it, date, time and place to meet him. Dorian took it with a smile, but before he could say another word the man was gone, almost like he'd slipped into thin air.

Dorian met the man at some sports bar in the heart of Moscow. It was designed rather well, but the taste in wine and beer was god awful. It was something he was going to have to deal with. He ordered their finest beer and a burger, the wine was too far below his standards he didn't even want to risk it.

Martin Borovsky showed up just as Dorian's food arrived, he laughed, "Good eating?"


Dorian frowned, "Not really, but I'm starving. So what's your offer?"


Another laugh from Martin brought a smile to Dorian's face, "Right to the point. I like that. I told you the name of the beast you fought. There is an entire world outside of what you know, full of myth and legend which the stories told only scratch the surface. Your fight showed me you have what it takes to get this job done, but I need a man in the CCDPD. I want to train you in what I know, what my organization knows while you take on the joys of being an officer of the law."


Dorian laughed, "You think I'm cop material?"


"No. But I need someone young to go through their training. I need someone I trust to do the work they do. Train here in Moscow. You can go back to your homeland once your training is done. We'll see to it that you are assigned there. We have pull in high places."


Dorian left that day with a number to call with his answer. He gave it serious thought, did he want to fill the role specifically required. It wasn't just hunting so-called monsters. It was turning his life into something he knew he wasn't. In the end, he called the number and left his answer. "I'm in."


Three days after that he was removed from the roster at Moscow University and enrolled in what went for the CCDPD police academy. His education was enlightening. His father called once and yelled at him. Dorian hung the phone over the top of it and had an entirely different conversation with another new recruit while it went on. He hadn't heard a word of it. At the end his father swore at him, and told him to come home, to which Dorian politely said NO.

During those two years any remaining down time he had he spent was with Martin. They became friends through it all, talking monsters and weapons. And of all the things Martin insisted Dorian learn it was the sword. He said it was something that all his recruits learned, it was a matter of his pride, and nothing else.

After the academy Dorian was stationed in Moscow for another 2 years while he trained with Martin and other recruits of the Atharim. He had even hunted a few monsters mostly rougarou and chupacabra, but a few others. A dreyken was the last fight he had with Martin before he was transferred back to Spain to keep a watchful on strange cases.

Dorian hunted on his down time, his vacations tended towards monster hunts. And he had a few strange cases on his roster. Of course he never could tell the whole truth about those, but the Atharim were good at cover stories, and they were believable too.

For 12 years Dorian gained a reputation for solving weird cases. They were almost always some monster or another and there had always been some cover story created to make the civilian population happy. No monsters in Spain, at least not in Madrid on his watch.

His son started University and was becoming a chip off his grandfather's block. Emilio Vega was a proud grandfather, and was insistent upon letting Cruz join Jivana as soon as he graduated with his Masters in Computer Engineering. The masters was required in order to be VP of RnD after all. But that was still years away.

Anastasia lived happily with her husband, even though they did not share the same sleeping space. Dorian's preferences having come to light early on in their marriage. But they lived happily on the outside as well as inside their home. Ana was kept happy with another man who knew all to well the game they played to keep Dorian's parents in the dark. One wrong move and their tightly knit world could come crashing down.

The downside to being good at your job was that you gained reputation, and that reputation pulled Dorian back to Moscow, to the now heart of the Atharim and to a new task force that was doing exactly what the Atharim did. Martin hadn't even had to pull any strings, he was asked out and out by the leader of this new task force, a transfer he could hardly refuse, the prestige was too good and his father would be so furious with him.


Edited by Dorian, Mar 20 2015, 10:08 AM.

Okay. I don't know how many times this has happened recently, but it's becoming a regular problem. I come browse new threads, find an interesting one, let's say Thread X, and think to myself, "Ah. I might join this one."

I leave to mull over how to join it, given that it'll have to be jaxen that does the joining, it is something of a conundrum to decipher. Then, next time I check thread x, that same person who started the thread has done 2-4 more posts continuing on with the original post's scene and obliterated any chance of anyone else joining it.

No way I'm joining thread x after all that. For the sake of my sanity, if you start a thread and have no intention to wait on whether or not people might join it (and by wait I mean a reasonable amount of time greater than 24 hours), then mark is as closed so I (and I assume everyone else) won't waste my time pondering how to join the scene. then the rest of us will know that you intend to do something with the thread all by yourself.

Default threads should be open for anyone to join. And left open for people to do that. Closed threads should be the special circumstance. Yet lately it seems like all everyone is doing is closed over and over again, but just not marking them as such.

thank you and goodnight.

Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Mar 19 2015, 05:02 PM.

Dane smiled ruefully as he curled down over the body of his present project. The plastic tarp protecting his clothes crinkled loud as he did. He really needed something better fitting. Perhaps a tailor could whip something up for him?

He stroked the hair from the face of the wretch beneath him. The man had been crying. As per the streaks down the side of his grubby face. The man was dark-haired and dark-skinned. Young enough to be without wrinkle, but for those caused by long hours working in the desert sun, but not so young as to be ignorant of the world. Nor to have gone without contributing to the darkness filling it, either.

The man looked away when Dane touched his hair. Likely riddled with lice, or maybe fleas, Dane wore latex gloves. They weren't for the blood, as he actually enjoyed watching the red streak through running water when he washed them, but lice disgusted him. The man's entire being disgusted him.

"I can't remember. Do you speak English?"
Dane asked, annoyed that the man would not look him in the eyes. He was stretched out on a regular table, something any family might have in their kitchen. Only rather than a comfortable little house, they were in a garage. The room smelled faintly of motor oil.

The creature whimpered, but he nodded. "Okay, good."
Dane responded. He hated dealing with translators.

"What do you want with me?" The bastard asked.

Dane was taken aback. "Oh! Have I not said?"
It was possible. He likely had gotten carried away. "Please forgive this oversight, sir."
His smile was charm itself, as though he were speaking to his Sunday School teacher. "Tell me where to find Donny Ramirez."
The man's cracked lips smushed together into a snarl.

"Never." He spat, barely missing Dane's face.

Dane straightened, examining the garage around them. His eyes fell into something on a shelf, which a curl of one power floated to him. "Are you thirsty?"
He asked, twisting the cap off a bottle of motor oil.

A tangle of power yanked the man up, where Dane put the bottle to his lips. Gloved hands wrenched his jaw open. "Since you don't want to talk about Donny. You can tell me how this tastes. Pretend its wine. A thick merlot."


And he poured. And laughed at the pitiful flailing.

Nox had left a note saying he and Aria would be gone. She wasn't exactly sure why he'd left the note, it's not like they were talking anyway. He was still pissed at her for using the power against Aria. But the note sat on the counter, she picked it up and crumpled it before tossing it in the garbage can. It bounced from the rim and the little puppy she'd taken in chased after it, skidding across the floor as it tried to stop. Aurora giggled.

She'd yet to name the puppy, she wasn't exactly sure she was going to keep it, but at least it loved her more than he loved anyone else. Unconditional love, that's what a brother was supposed to give, yet he seemed to be more interested in loving Aria. The name came out in her mind dripping with venom. She really disliked the girl, and for no other reason that she was stealing away her brother. Not that Nox was usually worth it, but he was still HER brother, not Aria's.

A soft buzz came from her wallet followed by the loud ring of someone calling. Aurora smiled as she saw Diego's name pop up. She quickly answered it, "Hi Diego."


The happiness in her voice was apparent and she was pretty sure she could hear the soft lilt of laughter on his voice, "Aurora."


She grinned knowing he couldn't see it but it still happened, "How can I be of service, Mr. De La Cruz?"


"I couldn't help but notice that things have been difficult for you. You mentioned your brother. And his friend. I thought you might like to go somewhere else this weekend. Away from them. Does that interest you?"


Aurora smiled happily, "It does interest me. What should I bring?"


The voice on the other end gave hints at what was to come with just his voice, "Oh not much. Just you will do fine."


Aurora's body tightened at the prospect and she smiled. Her voice came out more breathless than she anticipated. "Okay. I'll see you when you get her."


He chuckled softly before hanging up the phone. Aurora was sure he liked making her do that. Aurora wandered to her room, the puppy following her in. What was she going to do with him? She didn't know how long she'd be gone. So she did the only thing she could do. So she refilled both the water and food dispensers and placed them in her bathroom, she'd lock her little puppy up in there until she returned. It was the safest place for it. Wandering the warehouse could be dangerous and far more messy.

Aurora decided to wear a pair of black jeans that fit the curves of her body well, leaving little to the imagination, and a heavy sweater with a low hanging cowl neck in grey and purple. She grabbed her purse and all essentials, including makeup and protection which she had to steal from Nox's room. He'd never miss what she took.

Aurora went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of water while she waited for Diego, her body was tense, her mind was all over the place thinking about the possibilities. She smiled at the thoughts, this time there would be no puppy or brother to get in the way of things.
Edited by Aurora, Mar 19 2015, 06:52 PM.

Aria woke early the next morning. She lay in Lucas' arms and pulled away gently so as not to wake him. He didn't need to be up for several more hours. Aria found her way down to the resort's gym and was going to go a few rounds with the punching bag but Nox had already beat her too it. She grinned at him. "Can't sleep?"


Nox laughed, "Something like that. Woke up in someone else's bed and sleep just wouldn't come when I got to mine, so here I am."


Aria shook her head. "Spar then since there is only one?"


Nox nodded as he smashed a right hook into the bag and turned to her with his ever loving grin. "Bring it!"


For the next hour they sparred in the wee hours of the morning. Much like the did back in Moscow. Nox's alarm went of at precisely 8am and the spar immediately stopped, it was like clockwork. He left her to get his own gear ready, they'd be leaving in about an hour to take the quickest and fastest route to the monastery. High up in the mountains where the ruined datsan stood. There was a road that lead there, but it would take three hours by road, where as it would take only 1.5 by dog sled.

The terrain was difficult, but the guide promised that it was worth the trip. There was no threat of passing snow storm despite the coldness of the region. He also promised they'd not get stranded anywhere.

They were headed to Aginskoye, Russia, a place where the reign of the man who destroyed the datsan had not breached with his influence. English was not spoken. Aria had hired the guide from the Resort town, he claimed to know enough of the locations dialect of Russian that they shouldn't pose any issue, but Aria had taken some time to brush up on the dialect herself. Russian wasn't a primary language she'd learned, but she had learned it. With the heart of the CCD being Moscow, Father Dimitri felt that one of the languages she should at least have a firm grasp on be the region's original language, so Aria had studied Russian among the various other languages she'd been commanded to learn to speak. Reading and writing was not quite so mandatory and she could still only really read Latin, Italian and of course English. But she could speak many.

Aria showered and dressed quickly before waking Lucas. Aria sat on the edge of the bed and leaned in to kissed him softly, "If you are coming you have to get up now Love."



Edited by Aria, Mar 17 2015, 08:09 AM.

Emily hadn't stayed at the ski resort long. She left after her rendezvous with Nox. Emily called Andrew and said that she would start her move in at Moscow - it made no sense for her to come back to Chicago and then leave a few days later. Andrew had done well and acquired a house for her and her sisters in Moscow near the University and had equipped it with a holoconference table that could be used at the house until the HQ in Moscow was completed. That way she could keep track of business while they worked on the move.

She had been in Moscow a few days. Emily could have called Ayden, but didn't want her friend to see her shame. She stayed in the house as much as possible only leaving to get food and to pick up her sister, Rachel from the airport the night before. Rachel had almost finished her transfer to Moscow State University, but needed to do some stuff in town to complete it. Mara, their youngest sister, was staying with their housekeeper Matt and finishing some school projects. Among the things that Andrew had done was getting her vehicle to Moscow. She didn't have her staff here yet, but she wanted to pick her sister up anyways.

Despite feeling glad to see the younger version of herself, Emily had to paint on a smile she didn't feel when she arrived at the airport. Emily didn't want her sister to know how she felt inside - quite the feat as they were close and Rachel could read her like a book. They hugged, and Emily took her sister out to dinner, before they went to their new home.

It didn't take long for Rachel to realize that something was up. Emily wasn't herself and she noticed Rachel occasionally giving her concerned glances as Emily helped her unpack. The night passed without incident, however.

The next morning, Emily drove Rachel to the University to finalize her transfer. Emily pulled up the car to the registrar's building. "You ready?"
she asked her sister, hiding behind the fake smile again.

"Yes - a bit nervous, but I'll be okay."
Rachel reached for the door handle and then turned back to face her sister. "Emily, are you okay?"


The smile disappeared, and Emily couldn't look at her sister. "Yes, everything is okay."


"You don't look..."


"Everything is fine, Rachel!"
Emily interrupted and the words came out louder and with more venom than she intended. Emily immediately regretted the words as they came out. In her mind's eye she could see the hurt expression on her sister's face, but instead of an apology, Emily said. "Do you have everything you need, transcripts, money for food?"


There was a moment of silence. "Yes."
Emily looked up and could see the hurt eyes laced with concern on her sisters face. Rachel reached over and gave Emily a hug. "I love you."
she said.

"I love you too,"
Emily murmured in reply. Rachel left the car and Emily placed her forehead on the steering wheel. She didn't notice that Rachel looked back before entering the Registrar's office. A few moment's later, Emily drove home, resisting the urge to cry.

He had promised Dr. Weston a week, and he intended to deliver. His determination was not without doubt though. Ultimately it would be the men themselves who determined the outcome. The Ascendant Power was an intimate force that each had to accept on their own. Fortunately Nikolai had chosen his candidates well. They were outstanding in their respective fields and displayed an aptitude for tolerance and adaptability. Unfortunately, adaptation did not always manifest in benign behaviour.

Michael felt both utterly isolated and perfectly at home. As he watched his students, he could feel the struggle inside of each. He did not believe in any ability that could discern someone's true nature - at best the practitioners were extremely adept with educated guesses - but he saw truth in his student's eyes, even in those who wished to hide it. The struggle of becoming something more - or less - than human was familiar and its unique brand was distinguishable.

Michael saw the unbridled wonder in the recovered Monserre's bright eyes. The Ascendants' healing capacity was superior to the average human's, which no doubt surprised his doctors when he was up and fit to continue within 48 hours. He felt the barely contained hunger in Taichechski's. It was not all egotistical. Some responded with curiosity and fascination, wariness and even fear. The last two emotions were the most sensible, but also the most detrimental. Caution was certainly due, but uncertainty bred mistakes and fear bred doubt.

Nonetheless, by the fifth day all of the men had been able to grasp the Ascendant Power 9 out of 10 times and hold it safely 7 out of 10. It was not the perfection the Dr. wanted, but he doubted it would ever exist.

Michael pushed them. Hard. He forced them to their physical and mental limits, so much so that they had neither the time nor the energy to experiment. It was a simple schedule. Eat. Learn. Sleep.

As hard as it was, he received no complaints. At least not directly. No doubt some of them harboured an abiding hatred of his relentless regime. However, the shroud of their tomb-like habitation hung heavy around them all. Every one of them wanted to be released from the cage they lived in, and their only hope was through the Ascendant Power.

On the morning of the 6th day as the 8 men assembled, Michael grasped the Ascendant Power and held a simple ball of Fire and Air in his left palm. Tony's trick had rubbed off on him. Fireballs seemed to impress people. "Today, the days of indulgence are over,"
it was of course a hyperbolic statement which delivered the intended effect. "Now, you will learn to use your gift."

Emily arrived in Siberia safe and sound and quickly traveled to the resort. Emily went straight to the front desk to check in and get to her room. She called Thomas to inform him of her arrival; she wanted to get the business out of the way.

Thomas arrived quickly - he had probably been in the bar. "Miss Shale, a pleasure."


Emily nodded and shook his hand. Thomas produced the bill and Emily examined it, noticing that is was smaller than his quoted price. He must have noticed the confusion in her face because he said, "The discount is for the issue I had."


Emily nodded and removed her checkbook. "I usually don't accept checks."
Of course - few people used them now, but Emily kept them for a few purposes.

"Do you really think my check will bounce, Mr. Romero?"


Thomas looked stunnned, but shook his head no. "A pleasure doing business with you, Miss Shale."


"Likewise, Mr. Romero."


Thomas left and Emily headed to the shower to freshen up. She changed into a pair of jeans and a light blue long sleeved shirt. It was cut lower than she usually wore, but she was feeling adventurous today, and wasn't planning on skiing yet. She just wanted a drink and some time to think things over.

Emily left and went to the resort bar, taking an empty seat at the bar. She order a cosmopolitan and sipped at it while thinking. She wondered if the Ascendancy would show up to the gala - if so - she would have to meet him personally. She shook her head, banishing the gala from her mind; one thing at a time. The envelope with the note and money in it were in her purse. She needed to figure out how she was going to ask Nox about it.

It had taken a couple days since Nox and Lucas had agreed to go to Siberia with Aria to get things situated, a flight booked, rooms and all that fun stuff that goes with planning a trip. Not to mention actually moving into her new room at Nox and Aurora's place. It felt weird to Aria living with someone else, particularly one who didn't care for her, it was amazing how used to living alone she'd become.

But today was going to be a rough day. Nox was anxious, and for good reason, the last time he had flown he fell out of the plane. Granted it had been his fault, but still that didn't make the feeling go away. Aria wasn't excited either. But for completely different reasons. Aria disliked being trapped in a confined space with that many people with no place to go. It was suffocating the last time she'd flown. It was the first and only time Aria had flown, Antoinette choosing to take her by land from then on out. It saved the panic attacks and the massive migraines.

Aria wasn't looking forward to it at all. It was the main reason she'd asked Lucas to come with her. There were other reasons she had wanted him to come, but that was the main one.

Her one bag was packed, it pretty much had everything she owned in it. And she was going to have to check her weapons. That was going to cause problems she knew, but the proper documentation was in the cases with the gun and sword. She was not looking forward to that. But it was something both she and Nox were going to have to deal with, Nox didn't need any weapons really but he still brought his crossbow, a short sword and his own gun. He rarely used any of it, but he wasn't going to be unprepared either. He was used to hunting too, they just didn't travel by air.

Aria watched Nox pace back and forth in his living room. It was still sparsely populated with folding chairs and table. But he had the TV system in place, it was almost his favorite thing in the warehouse, he still preferred the dojo and the gym to sitting and watching the wide screen TV he'd had set up complete with surround sound. The sound system itself spanned the entirety of the warehouse, speakers in every room with their own controls and various other things Aria didn't understand. She'd paid for that. Nox had picked it out though, Aria had no clue. She told him it was a thank you for the room. He had waved it off like the room was nothing, but it wasn't nothing to Aria, and he wasn't nothing. The more and more time they spent together the closer they became and Aria had a feeling that is what family was supposed to feel like.

They were waiting for Lucas to show up before the three of them headed to the airport together. Aria looked to Nox with a grim smile, "You are going to wear a rut in the floor. Sit down you are making me sick to my stomach."
The look she received was worth the comment. He cracked a real smile in the bleakness of his mood. And it had the desired effect as well, as he sat down in the bar stool closest to him and stretched out like a cat.

continued from Home Sweet Home

Aurora was lost in thought, not so much her life just in the world around her mostly. How her once large world had shrank so drastically. She used to move from place to place. Flitting around like butterflies wherever the fancy took them. And now she had a home. It felt like it was an anchor, maybe that was the problem.

Aurora's wallet beeped at her to indicate her stop was coming up and she stood up as the metro slowed in a posh neighborhood, though she was sure the metro detracted from it.

The sun was barely peeking it's head above the horizon now. It was getting light and she could see large condos all around. She whistled to herself. Diego was well off, or at least stayed at some place well off. She could only hope, not that money really mattered in the long run.

The building that she was lead up to was a rather tall white building, with the letters all in gold emblemized on the side of the marble facing the corner of the building. It was gorgeous.

A man at the door greeted her, he hadn't even bothered to ask her if she was here to see someone or not, he just opened the door.

Inside was exquisite as well. Marble and granite everywhere, chandeliers hung from the high ceilings. It was almost hotel quality, but Diego lived her - all the time she assumed. There was a front desk. The woman in a green uniform smiled at her. "Can I be of assistance ma'dam."

Aurora smiled. "Diego De La Cruz is expecting me."


She nodded "Of course, Ms. Durante." The woman nodded at the set of elevators. "First elevator on the right, all the way to the top. He's expecting you."

Even the elevator was posh, the rails were polished brass, no smudges in sight, Aurora imagined no children lived in this place. The wood paneling was gorgeously dark and had a hint of carving to them. The carpet was designed in an interesting pattern of reds. She couldn't tell exactly what it was supposed to mimic while standing on it.

The five floor rise in the elevator was quick and the ping at the top with the gush of the doors opening surprised Aurora. She almost went back down because she'd stood and stared in stunned silence as Diego's hand stopped the door before it closed completely.

Aurora grinned apologetically at him. "Sorry I was taking in the sights."
She looked down at the floor catching a hint of his clothing as she did. Everything he owned was exquisite. The white linen shirt and pants set off his tanned skin which made Aurora blush at having noticed. She looked up and past him. "You have lovely taste."

Edited by Aurora, Feb 24 2015, 02:55 PM.