10-09-2016, 08:31 PM
She couldn't just say sorry, didn't know they had super-weapons and an ijiraq.
A fucking ijiraq?
That! was an ijiraq?
Nik shivered despite the warmth in the room. He remembered next to nothing about them. That was no longer the case.
He pulled the threads of fire away from her, pushed their energy elsewhere. He begrudgingly believed the story. As he had believed her in Siberia. He'd listened to her carefully, waited for a nuance to break the spell of his belief. It never came. His senses burned with mistrust, yet she saved his life. Twice.
The suspicion slid from his gaze. The power he wielded lessened to a trickle. His own sense of privacy held sway still. He may trust her, but he did not like that she knew his emotions. "Very well. I believe you, although I don't know why. Ignorance of self is not something I am accustomed to. If it weren't for you, a second shot would have finished me if the ijiraq hadn't."
He clenched his fists to keep them from shaking. To be so completely out of control of his power, of his body and mind. It was like his soul screamed agony across the ages.
How had the Regus summoned an ijiraq? A memory surfaced, unbidden and unwanted. A voice scratched his brain. A hiss in his mind. 'Aidoneus Clymenus, Lord of Shades, I have waited an Age for this.' Nikolai suddenly dropped the power and stepped back, hunching his shoulders and wrapped his arms around himself, hairs spiked, and seeking the source of that voice.
But it was only a memory.
He turned to Aria, lips a thin line across his face. His voice was grim. "Until we figure everything out, please stay in the Kremlin as my guest. You'll be safe there from Regus. I have to go."
He paused at the door, looking back briefly, "and thank you. You did as I asked and saved my life twice. Thank you."
His gaze flicked momentarily to Viktor and he left.
***
The ZARS agent recovered his wide-eyed shock when the Ascendancy left, Viktor close. He turned to Aria. "Welcome to the Kremlin," he said, but nothing in his voice suggested that she was like any other guest.
A fucking ijiraq?
That! was an ijiraq?
Nik shivered despite the warmth in the room. He remembered next to nothing about them. That was no longer the case.
He pulled the threads of fire away from her, pushed their energy elsewhere. He begrudgingly believed the story. As he had believed her in Siberia. He'd listened to her carefully, waited for a nuance to break the spell of his belief. It never came. His senses burned with mistrust, yet she saved his life. Twice.
The suspicion slid from his gaze. The power he wielded lessened to a trickle. His own sense of privacy held sway still. He may trust her, but he did not like that she knew his emotions. "Very well. I believe you, although I don't know why. Ignorance of self is not something I am accustomed to. If it weren't for you, a second shot would have finished me if the ijiraq hadn't."
He clenched his fists to keep them from shaking. To be so completely out of control of his power, of his body and mind. It was like his soul screamed agony across the ages.
How had the Regus summoned an ijiraq? A memory surfaced, unbidden and unwanted. A voice scratched his brain. A hiss in his mind. 'Aidoneus Clymenus, Lord of Shades, I have waited an Age for this.' Nikolai suddenly dropped the power and stepped back, hunching his shoulders and wrapped his arms around himself, hairs spiked, and seeking the source of that voice.
But it was only a memory.
He turned to Aria, lips a thin line across his face. His voice was grim. "Until we figure everything out, please stay in the Kremlin as my guest. You'll be safe there from Regus. I have to go."
He paused at the door, looking back briefly, "and thank you. You did as I asked and saved my life twice. Thank you."
His gaze flicked momentarily to Viktor and he left.
***
The ZARS agent recovered his wide-eyed shock when the Ascendancy left, Viktor close. He turned to Aria. "Welcome to the Kremlin," he said, but nothing in his voice suggested that she was like any other guest.