01-17-2019, 02:15 AM
Swift as a sneaking wind, Ascendancy – Nikolai – approached. His stride direct and steady, but it was the rapture in his eyes that cusped Evelyn in the throes of surprise. Thoughts swarmed like leaves caught on that swirling wind, flashes that Evelyn could hardly grasp their meaning before they were gone again.
How could the world’s most powerful man find her so fascinating? Obviously it was because Evelyn was a darling star that clearly the whole of the country found their sweetheart, and while the recognition was humbling, she found the notion of Ascendancy’s heart captured by flattering fame an oddity. Yet the hands of a man who rewrote the history of the world now closed around her own. The closeness of his chest beckoned her cheek just to ride the breaths drawn within. She forced herself to withhold the winds of the gale threatening to sweep her asunder by sheer determination to hold to dignity. Awareness of an open doorway floated near as well.
What was she doing in return? It all seemed so transient, their lives flickering flames in the eons of time, that for a heartbeat, she did not care about lines on a map and flags in the air: only him. This brilliant, gorgeous man that needed her so fiercely, she could hardly abandon him now despite the journey ahead.
Smiles and the slip of her fingers from his marked their exodus from the Kremlin. Fresh air flushed the red warming her cheeks, hopefully sharpened her tongue and her wit. Her head was held high as she shared his shoulder, all too aware of those that glanced her direction. Somehow she managed to send a message that she would be meeting the delegation at the airport ahead of the departure time moments before the whirring of a helicopter floated her hair about her shoulders.
As Nikolai likely surmised, this was indeed her first ascent nestled in the belly of such a machine. Nikolai climbed into his seat like normal men might climb into a minivan, mundane and ordinary. Supple leather cushioned her back, sleek straps secured her place. Two pilots and two other men joined them: one of whom wore the grays and chains of those Rods of Dominion. The flash of a smile attempted to break the solemn atmosphere wafting from those certain to be Nikolai’s detail. The handsome, young one she recognized, though was unaware of his name. Whenever video of the Ascendancy broke, this same face hovered within arms’ reach.
Soon, they were lifted easy as a child plucking a babe from the floor. The ground rushed away and the red walls of the Kremlin were lines among the black crawls of the city streets.
A coy look searched Nikolai’s expression. What exactly did he need to show her that needed a helicopter to make the journey.
How could the world’s most powerful man find her so fascinating? Obviously it was because Evelyn was a darling star that clearly the whole of the country found their sweetheart, and while the recognition was humbling, she found the notion of Ascendancy’s heart captured by flattering fame an oddity. Yet the hands of a man who rewrote the history of the world now closed around her own. The closeness of his chest beckoned her cheek just to ride the breaths drawn within. She forced herself to withhold the winds of the gale threatening to sweep her asunder by sheer determination to hold to dignity. Awareness of an open doorway floated near as well.
What was she doing in return? It all seemed so transient, their lives flickering flames in the eons of time, that for a heartbeat, she did not care about lines on a map and flags in the air: only him. This brilliant, gorgeous man that needed her so fiercely, she could hardly abandon him now despite the journey ahead.
Smiles and the slip of her fingers from his marked their exodus from the Kremlin. Fresh air flushed the red warming her cheeks, hopefully sharpened her tongue and her wit. Her head was held high as she shared his shoulder, all too aware of those that glanced her direction. Somehow she managed to send a message that she would be meeting the delegation at the airport ahead of the departure time moments before the whirring of a helicopter floated her hair about her shoulders.
As Nikolai likely surmised, this was indeed her first ascent nestled in the belly of such a machine. Nikolai climbed into his seat like normal men might climb into a minivan, mundane and ordinary. Supple leather cushioned her back, sleek straps secured her place. Two pilots and two other men joined them: one of whom wore the grays and chains of those Rods of Dominion. The flash of a smile attempted to break the solemn atmosphere wafting from those certain to be Nikolai’s detail. The handsome, young one she recognized, though was unaware of his name. Whenever video of the Ascendancy broke, this same face hovered within arms’ reach.
Soon, they were lifted easy as a child plucking a babe from the floor. The ground rushed away and the red walls of the Kremlin were lines among the black crawls of the city streets.
A coy look searched Nikolai’s expression. What exactly did he need to show her that needed a helicopter to make the journey.