06-26-2014, 07:34 PM
Nikolai's entrance was fitting of the Tsar's whose Palace he resided in. All eyes were immediately drawn to the crown of black sickles he wore. The Custody elite marvelled at the beauty of such craftsmanship but it filled Michael with a sense of foreboding and a lingering vision of death.
Nikolai was met first by the members of his Sphere while onlookers edged forward to catch a closer glimpse at the Ascendancy's regal bearing. Michael stayed where he had positioned himself.
"Good evening, Sir. Forgive me, but I must say you look quite dashing."
The musical tone and a subtle tug on his jacket drew his attention from Nikolai's presence. His eyes met a young woman with raven curls framing a pretty face. Her eyes were pools of liquid and her lips lush pink without the garish overtone of thick red. She wore a dress of light blue that he supposed was meant to match her make-up and accessories.
Before he could speak, the attendants instructions came back to him and he grit his teeth. "You look lovely yourself, Miss...?"
The woman's laugh was like the tinkling of bells. "How nice of you to say so. My name is Olivina, Mr. Vellas, and I am glad we have had the chance to meet."
Michael was tempted to seize the power but he remained cool. Of course his name would be known after the accursed mission in Mecca. He doubted the Atharim would be foolish enough to infiltrate the Kremlin on such a night, although the thought had ideas running through his mind like clockwork. Perhaps...If their leader was bold enough...
"I would very much like to know of your ordeal. My father says the rebels held you hostage for days but you did not give a scrap of information despite the terrible pain the savages must have inflicted upon you,"
the woman continued, her eyes glowing with excitement.
Michael's gaze was steady and cool but it turned to ice as he caught a glimpse of Nikolai smiling amongst a crowd of admirers.
Get on with it, you bastard.
Edited by Michael Vellas, Jun 27 2014, 09:06 AM.
Nikolai was met first by the members of his Sphere while onlookers edged forward to catch a closer glimpse at the Ascendancy's regal bearing. Michael stayed where he had positioned himself.
"Good evening, Sir. Forgive me, but I must say you look quite dashing."
The musical tone and a subtle tug on his jacket drew his attention from Nikolai's presence. His eyes met a young woman with raven curls framing a pretty face. Her eyes were pools of liquid and her lips lush pink without the garish overtone of thick red. She wore a dress of light blue that he supposed was meant to match her make-up and accessories.
Before he could speak, the attendants instructions came back to him and he grit his teeth. "You look lovely yourself, Miss...?"
The woman's laugh was like the tinkling of bells. "How nice of you to say so. My name is Olivina, Mr. Vellas, and I am glad we have had the chance to meet."
Michael was tempted to seize the power but he remained cool. Of course his name would be known after the accursed mission in Mecca. He doubted the Atharim would be foolish enough to infiltrate the Kremlin on such a night, although the thought had ideas running through his mind like clockwork. Perhaps...If their leader was bold enough...
"I would very much like to know of your ordeal. My father says the rebels held you hostage for days but you did not give a scrap of information despite the terrible pain the savages must have inflicted upon you,"
the woman continued, her eyes glowing with excitement.
Michael's gaze was steady and cool but it turned to ice as he caught a glimpse of Nikolai smiling amongst a crowd of admirers.
Get on with it, you bastard.
Edited by Michael Vellas, Jun 27 2014, 09:06 AM.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."