06-29-2014, 12:34 PM
Aria had changed. Even through a mind clouded by alcohol, despair and repeated blows to the head, he could see that. Something about her was different. She watched him for a moment, smiled. She touched one of the guys who tried to stop her and suddenly it seemed he was into her. Connor shook his head and regretted it immediately as a knife pierced through his brain. He gritted his teeth- and immediately winced as a strong sharp pain lanced through his jaw. His whole body ached so that even breathing hurt. Gunter had been strong and the fight had lasted a long time.
Aria came over to him. There was a cat-like quality to her walk. The no-nonsense Aria he remembered, the one who seemed so stiff when she walked- he remembered following her back to Jensen’s apartment- that Aria was gone. Somehow, there was a predatory way she walked up to him and looked up into at his face, the way her hands went up to lightly touch his face. He winced as she traced her fingers over his swollen eyebrow. "That looks like it hurt."
And she smiled up at him.
The fog was hard to fight through. The physical energy he’d had had leeched out of him quickly. And inside, in his mind, he was tired, he was numb. Despite every agony that vied for his attention, deep inside, he died. Hope died. There was never going to be a way out for him. The salvation he’d sought was gone. There was nothing left. The emptiness overwhelmed him. All the while, he just looked at Aria until finally he asked wearily. “What are you doing here?”
Aria came over to him. There was a cat-like quality to her walk. The no-nonsense Aria he remembered, the one who seemed so stiff when she walked- he remembered following her back to Jensen’s apartment- that Aria was gone. Somehow, there was a predatory way she walked up to him and looked up into at his face, the way her hands went up to lightly touch his face. He winced as she traced her fingers over his swollen eyebrow. "That looks like it hurt."
And she smiled up at him.
The fog was hard to fight through. The physical energy he’d had had leeched out of him quickly. And inside, in his mind, he was tired, he was numb. Despite every agony that vied for his attention, deep inside, he died. Hope died. There was never going to be a way out for him. The salvation he’d sought was gone. There was nothing left. The emptiness overwhelmed him. All the while, he just looked at Aria until finally he asked wearily. “What are you doing here?”