08-30-2014, 07:29 AM
He stepped into her circle of personal space and loomed larger than life. The shadow that Spectra was in grew black as the abyss in her heart, and light and power coiled and sparked off her skin. The claws of her supernatural senses edged toward his chest, eager to grip the beating organ within and crush it into juice.
Luckily for him, Kolomon was suddenly between them. The warning in his eyes gleamed like sharp granite and a hint of pride glinted across Spectra's gaze. The posturing reminded her of Hood, but she bore no illusions of his potential to save unless compensated for that particular purpose.
Rather than wrestle the man from her sight, Kolomon retracted, apologetic. Spectra's risen disappointment was quickly replaced with awe when she understood the reason.
A Sigma? She was not familiar enough with CCD politicians to know the magnitude of the title, but she knew it was important. Before her was a man apprenticed to the Ascendancy. And he was handsome. And young.
Spectra gasped, showing off her naiveté. The innocent mistake of a small, golden-skinned child blinked repentant eyes. Her apologetic tongue dipped honey. "Señor DuBois,"
she touched Marcus on the arm, and glared sharply at Kolomon for the breech in pronunciation. Although her own was lost in the jungle of her exotic accent, "You must forgive me. I was quite a fear, and behaved hasty. You will forgive me, sí?"
Luckily for him, Kolomon was suddenly between them. The warning in his eyes gleamed like sharp granite and a hint of pride glinted across Spectra's gaze. The posturing reminded her of Hood, but she bore no illusions of his potential to save unless compensated for that particular purpose.
Rather than wrestle the man from her sight, Kolomon retracted, apologetic. Spectra's risen disappointment was quickly replaced with awe when she understood the reason.
A Sigma? She was not familiar enough with CCD politicians to know the magnitude of the title, but she knew it was important. Before her was a man apprenticed to the Ascendancy. And he was handsome. And young.
Spectra gasped, showing off her naiveté. The innocent mistake of a small, golden-skinned child blinked repentant eyes. Her apologetic tongue dipped honey. "Señor DuBois,"
she touched Marcus on the arm, and glared sharply at Kolomon for the breech in pronunciation. Although her own was lost in the jungle of her exotic accent, "You must forgive me. I was quite a fear, and behaved hasty. You will forgive me, sí?"