12-26-2017, 05:40 PM
Her coy smiles were snuffed by the blue flames of his eyes. This man whose face she knew almost as well as her own hovered so close, she could smell the scent of his aftershave. Their surroundings became foggy. Evelyn's hands were meallable to his touch, and the kiss upon her knuckles shivered bumps up and down her arms. His oath had the ring of wedding vows to it. Evelyn's lids fell low, darkening the world around them.
This man was a legend. The man that swore an oath to her and asked her to keep him honest was known in every corner of the earth, yet he needed her to remind him of his place in it.
What were riches and powers if they were not used to the benefit of the greater good? Only one day in Moscow and the winds of the Kremlin shifted altruistically because of her. Evelyn shivered at the thought that she might influence the Ascendancy for the better. God's plan was for her to be here, she always believed that, but she always thought her purpose was to protect the channelers of America from prejudice and harm.
That God may use her to influence the Ascendancy himself was an honor, no, a duty she could not reject. She practically streamed with ethereal power and felt it flow from her soul in order to brighten his. Her light would act upon the destiny of mankind through Nikolai Brandon. It all seemed so clear now that it was silly she hadn't thought of it before.
Eyes returning from their place in the heavens, they fastened onto his, "I will hold you to your word, Ascendancy,"
she responded breathlessly and stepped close that he may kiss her.
This man was a legend. The man that swore an oath to her and asked her to keep him honest was known in every corner of the earth, yet he needed her to remind him of his place in it.
What were riches and powers if they were not used to the benefit of the greater good? Only one day in Moscow and the winds of the Kremlin shifted altruistically because of her. Evelyn shivered at the thought that she might influence the Ascendancy for the better. God's plan was for her to be here, she always believed that, but she always thought her purpose was to protect the channelers of America from prejudice and harm.
That God may use her to influence the Ascendancy himself was an honor, no, a duty she could not reject. She practically streamed with ethereal power and felt it flow from her soul in order to brighten his. Her light would act upon the destiny of mankind through Nikolai Brandon. It all seemed so clear now that it was silly she hadn't thought of it before.
Eyes returning from their place in the heavens, they fastened onto his, "I will hold you to your word, Ascendancy,"
she responded breathlessly and stepped close that he may kiss her.