09-07-2014, 12:38 PM
"Giovanni."
She tested the name like silk across bare skin, lingering over the caress. Her grin was a blatant tease, amused by his attention and the way he stared. He drowned his first glass and quickly moved to the second. Nerves or impatience; she didn't care to fathom out which. Oriena did not think he would take what he wanted, though he clearly wanted it. Rather he watched and waited for her lead. If he was still concerned she might betray his crime he didn't much show it. She detected no guilt. So she put it down to reticence that had nothing to do with the confidence required to end a man's life. "Oriena."
The bar was sparse of patronage - the time of day, probably. Ori leaned forward on the table, toying with her drink. "So. What's it like being a god, Giovanni?"
There was a touch of emphasis on that word. God. A suggestion of awe. Of superiority.
She tested the name like silk across bare skin, lingering over the caress. Her grin was a blatant tease, amused by his attention and the way he stared. He drowned his first glass and quickly moved to the second. Nerves or impatience; she didn't care to fathom out which. Oriena did not think he would take what he wanted, though he clearly wanted it. Rather he watched and waited for her lead. If he was still concerned she might betray his crime he didn't much show it. She detected no guilt. So she put it down to reticence that had nothing to do with the confidence required to end a man's life. "Oriena."
The bar was sparse of patronage - the time of day, probably. Ori leaned forward on the table, toying with her drink. "So. What's it like being a god, Giovanni?"
There was a touch of emphasis on that word. God. A suggestion of awe. Of superiority.
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