12-08-2016, 10:28 AM
Aria smiled at the people she passed in the halls. But the higher in the hotel she went the less that smile reached her eyes. It wasn't that she was tired. The walk itself was invigorating. Feeling the emotions of others radiated through her body humming with each one. Love and lust. Sadness and guilt. Depression, anger and angst. They all tasted differently. Fear and Hatred were tinged with a sweetness that made Aria smile. Anger rolled off of a person in a nearby room. Aria could hear his angry shouts but there were no accompanying voices between the silences.
Aria continued to move and the when the last room yielded nothing she took the elevator down. Emotions fluttered by. The empty calm she had sought was no where to be found in the building. The bright lobby was still full of people and soft melodies of the piano floated from the bar. Defeated by the outcome of her search Aria sat down in a lounge chair and let her senses drift wide. Maybe she'd searched to narrowly, maybe she could find the last vestige of his presence and find him. The need and desire to lay eyes on him drove her ability to the farthest of her reaches. The emotions of the world drowned out her other senses. It was painful and Aria relished the feeling. She had missed the weight of the world and now with in the mass of everything she found the calm.
It startled Aria as much as it had when she'd felt him earlier. To feel his presence so close. The sounds of the piano pierced her revelry of the calm. The place that had taught her control. Aria stood and walked towards that calm center, coincidentally towards the bar.
Aria stood just inside the entrance and looked around slowly, she knew where in the room he was, but she looked anyway - scanning the room. It had been months since she'd last seen him, and she didn't want to think about the last time she'd seen him. Only knew that she had to see him...
The maitre'd came up to Aria with a smile and a greeting. Aria shook her head and answered, "No, I'm waiting for someone."
Which was only a partial truth. She was looking for someone, waiting implied she was meeting him. Aria had no idea what kind of reception he would have of her.
Aria's eyes fell on Dane finally. He was dressed as always the proper gentleman. The wine in his goblet reminded Aria of other things - darker things as it swirled through the crystal. Fear and desire stabbed through Aria's body. Aria saught the calm of the man before her but his grey eyes were fully on the pianist. A jab of jealousy joined the fear and desire.
Aria was torn between approaching Dane and standing where she was to watch him like he'd watched her so many times...
Aria continued to move and the when the last room yielded nothing she took the elevator down. Emotions fluttered by. The empty calm she had sought was no where to be found in the building. The bright lobby was still full of people and soft melodies of the piano floated from the bar. Defeated by the outcome of her search Aria sat down in a lounge chair and let her senses drift wide. Maybe she'd searched to narrowly, maybe she could find the last vestige of his presence and find him. The need and desire to lay eyes on him drove her ability to the farthest of her reaches. The emotions of the world drowned out her other senses. It was painful and Aria relished the feeling. She had missed the weight of the world and now with in the mass of everything she found the calm.
It startled Aria as much as it had when she'd felt him earlier. To feel his presence so close. The sounds of the piano pierced her revelry of the calm. The place that had taught her control. Aria stood and walked towards that calm center, coincidentally towards the bar.
Aria stood just inside the entrance and looked around slowly, she knew where in the room he was, but she looked anyway - scanning the room. It had been months since she'd last seen him, and she didn't want to think about the last time she'd seen him. Only knew that she had to see him...
The maitre'd came up to Aria with a smile and a greeting. Aria shook her head and answered, "No, I'm waiting for someone."
Which was only a partial truth. She was looking for someone, waiting implied she was meeting him. Aria had no idea what kind of reception he would have of her.
Aria's eyes fell on Dane finally. He was dressed as always the proper gentleman. The wine in his goblet reminded Aria of other things - darker things as it swirled through the crystal. Fear and desire stabbed through Aria's body. Aria saught the calm of the man before her but his grey eyes were fully on the pianist. A jab of jealousy joined the fear and desire.
Aria was torn between approaching Dane and standing where she was to watch him like he'd watched her so many times...