08-30-2016, 03:21 PM
Oriena hadn't ever planned to visit Jaxen's apartment again; in fact, until the other night, he hadn't even had her number. The building was just as ostentatious as she remembered; the gaud and glitz of the obscenely rich, but she barely saw it.
She'd not spared much concern for the plan - not out of trust in Jaxen's capabilities; just pure recklessness. Anticipation of the thrill glittered her gaze with mayhem, and a smirk hovered on her lips as she slipped inside the door.
"Morning. Sweetheart."
The apartment seemed sparser than she remembered, but she hadn't paid much attention the last time. Jaxen was also less flamboyant than usual. Though her gaze roamed his profile, the detail of that was unimportant; she was only mildly curious as to how he planned to do it, and more interested in where they were going.
Edited by Oriena, Aug 31 2016, 11:25 AM.
She'd not spared much concern for the plan - not out of trust in Jaxen's capabilities; just pure recklessness. Anticipation of the thrill glittered her gaze with mayhem, and a smirk hovered on her lips as she slipped inside the door.
"Morning. Sweetheart."
The apartment seemed sparser than she remembered, but she hadn't paid much attention the last time. Jaxen was also less flamboyant than usual. Though her gaze roamed his profile, the detail of that was unimportant; she was only mildly curious as to how he planned to do it, and more interested in where they were going.
Edited by Oriena, Aug 31 2016, 11:25 AM.
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