09-07-2015, 09:17 AM
Sierra lectured him like he was some blessed child of God wasting away his divine gifts. Elias wasn't ignorant. He realized the enormity of what it meant to transform water to ice by mere thought. Walking on water. But the enormity was eclipsed by the normalcy of the feat. It was as regular as breathing. He only shrugged. If saving a drowning girl, and her dog, wasn't enough of a heroic feat, perhaps Elias simply wasn't the hero Sierra longed to find.
The vehicle turned and Jaxen had his first glimpse of the view from the top of the mountain. His eyes were unblinking, wide as the surveyed the modern palace spread out before them. But this house did not welcome them with open arms. The land was enclosed with gates and trees. The bodies of bulky, suited men surrounded the vehicles, intimidating by presence alone. Or so they thought.
Elias climbed from the car imagining the Russian's warning. Tony suggested as much, but again, Elias' reaction was to shrug. His expression fell deadpan while they waited. In the spirit of inconspicuousness, he wouldn't let Jaxen's people take him directly back to Tony's, but somewhere in the area would suffice. That was the plan until what was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman, older yes, but breathtaking in her glory, bounded into Jaxen's arms.
Sierra was homely and boring in comparison to this glamorous creature. Her shoes likely cost more than a year's salary in the Donovan household. Even as he gazed upon her, bitterness clenched the back of his throat. Jaxen was one lucky bastard, and he didn't even seem happy to be home.
The vehicle turned and Jaxen had his first glimpse of the view from the top of the mountain. His eyes were unblinking, wide as the surveyed the modern palace spread out before them. But this house did not welcome them with open arms. The land was enclosed with gates and trees. The bodies of bulky, suited men surrounded the vehicles, intimidating by presence alone. Or so they thought.
Elias climbed from the car imagining the Russian's warning. Tony suggested as much, but again, Elias' reaction was to shrug. His expression fell deadpan while they waited. In the spirit of inconspicuousness, he wouldn't let Jaxen's people take him directly back to Tony's, but somewhere in the area would suffice. That was the plan until what was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman, older yes, but breathtaking in her glory, bounded into Jaxen's arms.
Sierra was homely and boring in comparison to this glamorous creature. Her shoes likely cost more than a year's salary in the Donovan household. Even as he gazed upon her, bitterness clenched the back of his throat. Jaxen was one lucky bastard, and he didn't even seem happy to be home.