07-13-2024, 06:55 PM
Jay kept his head down, the pounding in his skull making him wish for the sweet release of oblivion, or at least a handful of Advil. He barely registered the footsteps until they stopped in front of him. The voice that followed was sharp and unfamiliar, cutting through his haze of pain.
“Alright. Alright. I get it. Don’t punch Ascendancy’s guests. But do you have any idea who that is? Oh..” He paused, and Jay could sense the surprise, the unexpectedness of what (or who) was found.
Reluctantly, Jay straightened, wincing at the pain that shot through his head and neck. He raised his eyes to meet hers, the defiance still smoldering in the way a puppy stubbornly refused to waddle closer on principle. Arms folded, the Dominion assessed Morven’s presence. He took in her appearance quickly, noting the confidence in her stance, the way she held herself as if she owned the room. She was quite pretty, though he had the feeling she would not appreciate the standard charming, flirty banter. “You must be Carpenter,” she said.
Jay flinched at the sound, but didn’t move otherwise. He doubted that someone sent her; no orders had been given for her intervention. Her presence was as unexpected as the diplomat’s descent on the Garden. He had no idea who she was other than having seen her around, but the way she carried herself, the authority in her voice, told him she wasn’t someone to be trifled with.
She wasn’t here for politics, that much was clear. Her loyalty was to something, or someone, else entirely.
“I take it you know what happened? How pissed is he?” Michael hid his emotions well; there was no telling how angry he was.
“Alright. Alright. I get it. Don’t punch Ascendancy’s guests. But do you have any idea who that is? Oh..” He paused, and Jay could sense the surprise, the unexpectedness of what (or who) was found.
Reluctantly, Jay straightened, wincing at the pain that shot through his head and neck. He raised his eyes to meet hers, the defiance still smoldering in the way a puppy stubbornly refused to waddle closer on principle. Arms folded, the Dominion assessed Morven’s presence. He took in her appearance quickly, noting the confidence in her stance, the way she held herself as if she owned the room. She was quite pretty, though he had the feeling she would not appreciate the standard charming, flirty banter. “You must be Carpenter,” she said.
Jay flinched at the sound, but didn’t move otherwise. He doubted that someone sent her; no orders had been given for her intervention. Her presence was as unexpected as the diplomat’s descent on the Garden. He had no idea who she was other than having seen her around, but the way she carried herself, the authority in her voice, told him she wasn’t someone to be trifled with.
She wasn’t here for politics, that much was clear. Her loyalty was to something, or someone, else entirely.
“I take it you know what happened? How pissed is he?” Michael hid his emotions well; there was no telling how angry he was.
Only darkness shows you the light.