12-21-2021, 03:16 PM
“Showing off?” he asked. The orb illuminated the surroundings enough to discern some of the environment. Shadows clung to the lofty ceiling above. Outdated stylings adorned the walls. Curtains were heavy with dust.
“Or is that for practical purposes?” he asked, studying the cold light fixtures. If there was a fireplace, she could accomplish so much more, and it irked him to no end that he could not equally add to the contest of power. It wouldn't always be as such. Not if Carpenter finally held up his end of the bargain.
He finished his study of what could be seen, assuming then that the electricity and heat were disconnected. Surely, she did not lack for payment, not someone who dallied elbows with Moscow’s most powerful. Unless she was hiding from them? Remaining in the dark in a more literal sense.
He studied what he could of her expression. It was soft, but serene and impenetrable as a blanket of fog hovering against the grass. Deep, slow breaths kept his chest moving at steady rhythm, but a weight pushed on his soul. After a moment of surprise, the spell fled. Had she done something to him? It occurred in that moment that he may have underestimated a powerful player nesting along the edges of the same game board that he haunted.
Alone in the country with a power-wielding channeler, Adrian asked, “You didn’t bring me here to kill me, did you?” suddenly wondering what happened to the driver.
But even as he asked, steps carried him closer, unconcerned with the answer. It wasn’t a motion of intimidation but one of invitation. It was obvious they were drawn to one another. She'd brought him here for a reason, and he’d never felt anything like it before. The orb flickered strange shapes across her face, but above all, a pale, blue gaze penetrated. He didn’t like mysteries.
“Who are you?” he asked, quiet and tempting.
“Or is that for practical purposes?” he asked, studying the cold light fixtures. If there was a fireplace, she could accomplish so much more, and it irked him to no end that he could not equally add to the contest of power. It wouldn't always be as such. Not if Carpenter finally held up his end of the bargain.
He finished his study of what could be seen, assuming then that the electricity and heat were disconnected. Surely, she did not lack for payment, not someone who dallied elbows with Moscow’s most powerful. Unless she was hiding from them? Remaining in the dark in a more literal sense.
He studied what he could of her expression. It was soft, but serene and impenetrable as a blanket of fog hovering against the grass. Deep, slow breaths kept his chest moving at steady rhythm, but a weight pushed on his soul. After a moment of surprise, the spell fled. Had she done something to him? It occurred in that moment that he may have underestimated a powerful player nesting along the edges of the same game board that he haunted.
Alone in the country with a power-wielding channeler, Adrian asked, “You didn’t bring me here to kill me, did you?” suddenly wondering what happened to the driver.
But even as he asked, steps carried him closer, unconcerned with the answer. It wasn’t a motion of intimidation but one of invitation. It was obvious they were drawn to one another. She'd brought him here for a reason, and he’d never felt anything like it before. The orb flickered strange shapes across her face, but above all, a pale, blue gaze penetrated. He didn’t like mysteries.
“Who are you?” he asked, quiet and tempting.