Get Out Of The Heat (Alexander)

[ARIANNA "NIXIE" SYMPHONIA]

Arianna Symphonia, preferred to go by Nixie for reasons she kept strictly to herself and didn’t share even with her little sister, who was her closest friend. Anyway, Nixie as she preferred, was in the Great Hall. Not because there was any form of Council meeting which would require her to be in here. There wasn’t even anyone else in here. She just felt like being in here for no reason. No, that wasn’t true, but that was the reason she would tell anyone who asked. Not that anyone would ask. She was in here alone. Duh, hadn’t she just gone over that?

Anyway, she was in the Great Hall for two reasons. The first was that her mother was pissing her off. She didn’t even live at home and the woman was getting on her fucking case. Really? How was that even fucking possible. So she had fled her own damn home because the woman wouldn’t go away. She had come to Nixie’s room, and Nixie had told the guard to stall her. Being a council member had to have it’s props somewhere, didn’t it? Even if it only meant she could stall her mother so that way she could escape out the back elevator in her room and slide past where the guard was stalling her mother as quietly as possible and escape into the sweltering hot July day.

Which brought her to the second reason she had chosen the great hall to chill out in. The Great Hall was blessedly air conditioned and the freezing cold air was the most soothing thing she could possibly think up to sit in today. So yeah, she had come here knowing she could escape the heat. It was soothing, mind numbing even.

There was also the bonus factor that her mother, no matter how influencial that the woman thought she was, couldn’t come in here. This place was for council members only. If you didn’t have a mark, you could not get in. It wasn’t something you could buy yourself into, there were no windows to sneak in, there was only one entrance and exit to ensure the safety of the council members that resided inside. It was completely fool proof. The woman couldn’t get in here, and Nixie could enjoy her swealtering hot summer day somewhere nice and cold. Which was what she had intended to do, from home. She had today off from being a Council member, and her mother decided to ruin it. It was typical.

Plus, no one could bug her, unless they were a council member. And who would come here, Council member wise, when there wasn’t a meeting? They’d have to be just as crazy as she was. And with a smug, satisfied grin, she deduced that no one was. She could be wrong, but she doubted it personally.

Nixie was wearing a backless, loose shirt as always, she wore them to show off her Mark, and today’s flavor was deep dark blue, to complement her eyes. It was one of her comfiest shirts, and she had paired it with black cloth shorts, that practically disappeared under the voluminous shirt she wore, but that was okay. Usually she didn’t dress in any way shape or form provocatively—except of course the bare back of course—but it was hot. It wasn’t for vanity’s sake that she wore short things, though she had the body for it, it was for comfort’s sake. And that was the only reason she would ever wear what she wore. She would rather be comfy than be stared at all the damn time. Thank you very much.


She was sitting in her chair, the one that had the gold trident symbol on the background that marked it as the chair for Poseidon’s chosen, which her water drop markings claimed her as. Her chair was comfy as all hell, so she was happy to plop down on it. She was sprawled out on the table, her chin on the hard wood in front of her, one arm splayed to the side with her fingers spread out on the cold wood, and her other hand lazily rolling a pencil back and forth repeatedly. Her blue eyes were on the pencil as it went back and forth. She wasn’t thinking about anything in particular, she was just rolling the damn pencil. Her mind was pretty blank, she was practically meditating, which was nice when you had an ability like she did. She was used to voices and thoughts in her head that weren’t even hers. To be in here, where there was no one around, and have the world be quiet was amazing to her and yet another reason to add to her list as to why she was here.

Her sketchpad was sitting next to her, completely ignored. She had brought it with her just in case inspiration decided it wanted to strike her down, but so far it had yet to do such a thing. And she was ignoring it as it sat there. It was okay anyway, she usually painted and with just enough time to grab her pencils, all she had were those. And she preferred her paints. That was the excuse she was using as to why she had no inspiration to do anything artistic right now. And she would stick to it.

Her leg rocked back and forth lazily in time to the pencil, so her body practically swayed with it like a snake being charmed. She was so hypnotizing herself secretly. She snorted at the thought. Nah, not really. That would be something interesting to try later on though, she decided that she would have to keep that idea in mind for the future.

Words: 983
Muse: Epic
Comments: First Nixie post...yaaaay

[ALEXANDER MALBEC]

Alexander Malbec


Put it on my life, baby,
I can make you feel right, baby!
I can’t promise tomorrow,
But, I promise tonight...

[/i]


.xXx. [/color]Alexander closed the darker door noiselessly, letting his hand release the doorknob once he was entirely sure it wouldn’t make any noise, whatsoever. With a slight sigh of relief, the man backed away from the door and headed down the hall, taking a quick glance over his shoulder to be sure that the woman hadn’t heard him. He smirked, nothing but the practically unnoticeable, devious little curve of his lips, before swinging open yet another large door, and heading down the stairs. He was in what most referred to as the “Shadow Center,” currently, and although the place was considered one of the “better” complexes in town, Alexander could certainly say he’d seen much, much better before. The building was in dire need of a good cleaning, however, it wasn’t as if that caught Alexander’s attention last night. After all, he’d been quite... “busy.”

It just so happens that he tends to be “busy” a lot.

At the thought a small chuckle exited the man’s mouth through parted lips as he slipped through the front door, not bothering to send a thankful nod towards the elderly man at the front desk. He was exactly that, a man; nothing of his interest. Alexander walked onto the street with ease, his status practically radiating off of him as he did so; head held high, blue eyes calculating and undeniably judgemental. His features were hardened, hands pressed into the folds of his jean pockets, as the sun beat down relentlessly upon him, causing him to squint slightly. He had not much of an agenda, much like usual, though clubbing this early didn’t nearly appeal to him. The man simply pressed onwards, sending a small smile to the occasional attractive woman he walked past, his mind filled with useless nothings in which he tended to entertain himself with.


Soon enough, Alexander reached the place he called home, and immediately went to change. He pulled open his closet without hesitation, each hand lunging towards two different items at approximately the same time. He grasped a pair of well-fitting blue jeans, because although it was hot, the man felt shorts tended to be a tad too casual, while in the other hand he pulled at a white, dressier-type shirt with a collar and sleeves. He tossed them atop his made bed with a slight nod, before grabbing a new belt and throwing it onto the bed, as well. Then, it only took moments for Alexander to strip down, slip the new jeans and shirt on, roll up the sleeves with care, make sure the collar was turned over with perfection, and do up his belt to his usual belt loop. Alexander checked his appearance before a mirror once more, before tossing his dirty clothes into the laundry, making sure his hair was to his likings, and heading out.

What, did you expect he could just wake up looking perfect?

Alexander walked aimlessly towards the Council House, for no true reason aside for sudden curiosity, as he had never been in the room alone. Odd. The man swung the large door open with ease and walked forwards, before seeing the familiar, long table, as well as all of the God’s chairs, empty.

Well, all except for one.

Alexander paused, his brow rising to the slightest degree, as yet another small smile curved his lips. The girl was stunning, there was no getting pass that, but the open-backed top didn’t seem to help Alexander’s very male longings. He let out a small sigh, before continuing forwards, pulling out his chair with the least amount of noise possible, and sitting down. He tilted his head, looking in her general direction, before folding his hand on the table and speaking.

“Arianna, I believe it is?”

He inquired lightly, his lyrics seeming entirely genuine. He spoke with a soft English accent, and although he wasn’t a very pure man, his voice seemed to be of obvious good nature. It was what led most to believe he was “good,” as he also had to appearance of a pure-bred angelli. Not many could begin to understand how opposite of good he really was. The man waited patiently, casting a quick glance towards the girl’s notebook, before dragging his gaze towards her ice blue eyes.

Excuse me,
But I might drink a little bit more than I should, tonight,
And I might take you home with me if I could, tonight,
And I think you should let me, cause I look good tonight...

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Words: 773
Muse: Fail
Notes: He's a pig, sorry. D; And I haven't gotten used to him yet. BUT I IMAGINE HIS VOICE IS SEXY, NO?[/blockquote][/size]

[ARIANNA "NIXIE" SYMPHONIA]

Nixie sat on her pretty blue and brown chair marked with the golden symbol for Poseidon. Really, she was more hunched then sitting, lazily sprawled out on the table, but that wasn’t the point. She was sitting. She had sketched and painted this chair before, with its rich hues and warm inviting colors. She had sketched and painted this whole room actually. The first time she had entered this place four years ago, she had been so struck by it. It was so beautiful and inviting, even if it was usually echoing with the arguments of the council as they debated. Usually something stupid. The debate that is, not the room.

But she had been here for four years, and the room wasn’t something she hadn’t painted in a long time. It wasn’t like it didn’t still inspire her, of course it did, but it was the fact that she had done this room before, sketched it and painted it before. It lost its appeal in that light, even if it still struck her with its beauty every time that she entered.

Nixie, for all that she was entirely lost in thought with her admiration for the room she was in, was also very alert at all times even when she looked like a laze. Two years spent on the streets, sleeping on heating vents to stay warm in the winter, and in any shade she could find in the summer, had made her wary. She was always aware of her situation, because on the streets if you weren’t always aware of your situation you could end up dead. She had learned that her first month when a person she had managed to become allies with had let his guard down for a minute, just a minute, to laugh. He was dead now.

Suffice to say, it took a lot to make Nixie laugh these days.

So that was how she heard someone else enter even though he, and she was sure it was a he, was trying to be quiet. She gave him props for it, he was doing a damned good job of it and if this room wasn’t so big it often echoed she wouldn’t have noticed him enter. She gave no indication of having heard him though, and kept rolling her pencil back and forth, an activity she hadn’t paused in even when she had momentarily had her whole attention on the room around her and the other person in it. She hated when people tried to be quiet, it made all her old paranoia act up a little.

She couldn’t see into his mind though, with her Informer abilities, that made him a Council Member. She knew this person then. She didn’t look up to see who it was though, and waited for them to speak. And then he did. She gave a false start of surprise, as if she hadn’t expected anyone else to be in here, and she looked up. Ah, Alexander. She liked to watch the council rather than speak, unless she thought something was horribly unjust, so she knew who all of them were by name and looks, even if she hadn’t bothered to talk to any of them.

From what she gleaned as an Informer, he was usually an ass towards women, the love and leave type. Well that didn’t bother her, she was the same way. He seemed like a gentleman when he spoke though, and that threw her off a bit. ”Nixie” she corrected in her voice that had a bit of a rasp to it, even though she had never done anything to damage her vocal cords as far as she knew. ”I go by Nixie, Alexander” she said, a small smirk twisting on her lips. Let him try to puzzle out how she knew his name. It would amuse her.

Besides, games of wit were always the most fun for her. If a person could keep up, they were often worth her time. Nixie pretended not to be, but she had a temper and could be cruel…it was the Shade in her. It came into play from time to time, and her wicked games was one of the times it came into play. Mostly though, right now, she was more curious than anything else. She wanted to puzzle out this boy, who seemed to defy what she had heard as an Informer. She would have liked to know for herself, and she was determined to find out.

Words: 774
Muse: Blech, a little off
Comments: Its not a fail! Sorry she comes off as such a know it all in this post, still trying to get used to her!

[ALEXANDER MALBEC]

Alexander Malbec


Put it on my life, baby,
I can make you feel right, baby!
I can’t promise tomorrow,
But, I promise tonight...

.xXx.

[/color]From the moment Alexander caught sight of the lone woman within the rather articulate building, vague regret gnawed at the back of his mind. A woman unaccompanied by a man, let alone any other being, was always seen as an opportunity to the lustful man. And, let me enlighten you about one fact; Alexander never turned down an opportunity. He fully intended to flirt his way into Arianna’s personal space, should it be an option. But, it was the regret that was keeping him firmly within his seat at the moment, despite how miniscule of a regret it was. Alexander had awaken in another woman’s bed, and although he’d returned to his room and gotten changed into a fresh pair of clothing, he hadn’t figured a shower would be needed. It was rare that he would come across a woman worth his glance during the daylight hours. The fact it was possible for another girl’s scent to be lingering upon Alexander’s skin was one that had him scolding himself, though he did his best to stay composed.


Not long after he’d made his entrance official by greeting her, the woman looked up to meet his gaze, and a small, amused little smirk curved the man’s lips in an almost automatic reaction. He sat straight in his seat, his hands folded politely on the table top, simply observing her for a moment before she spoke. Her voice was somewhat rough, but for one reason or another, Alexander always found raspier voices in women rather... attractive. Then again, there weren’t a lot of qualities he deemed unattractive, either. The man nodded as she corrected him, and a moment later, addressed him by his own name. Huh. So she was certainly informed. Alexander’s smirk grew following her words, and he quirked a brow at her, as if in slight question.

“Well, I apologize then. I’ll be sure to address you as Nixie from now on.”

He spoke in a serene, calm tone, his voice once again spoken with gentle, good-natured lyrics. He was quite good at deceiving others, and in fact, had become a master at seeming polite. After all, if it would gain him some extra points, why not learn? He could be whatever a woman needed that way, be it rough or gentlemanly. Alexander’s smirk almost grew with the thought; he was just the full package, wasn’t he? The man smirked slightly once again, before shifting to lean forwards, moving to rest his elbows on the table, letting his gaze rake over her own expression. There was no getting past the fact she was undeniably attractive, however, the few things he’d heard about the women were rather... interesting. Rumours spoke of her being quite the promiscuous little thing, and it was this fact that had Alexander rather captivated, currently. Perhaps she’d heard such things about him, as well? He couldn’t be sure.

“You know my name; impressive. Might I ask what else you know about me?”

He asked with a small smirk and a raise of his brow, accompanied by a slight tilt of his head. His expression held simple curiosity and discreet hints; however, Alexander refused to let his rather lustful state of mind rush him into anything. He simply reclined back into his chair, resuming a relaxed position, and once again let his eyes roam over her slender frame. Or at least, what he could see of it, from over the table. Once again, the man felt the need to scold himself for not sitting closer to her. But, then again, if things went in the direction he so hoped, perhaps he would be moving towards her, in time. The man smirked, reaching forwards to tap his fingers against the table lightly, in wait of her response. He wasn’t a very talkative man, as he believed actions spoke much, much louder than words. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t engage in conversation, of course. He would do anything he could, to catch the woman before him.

Excuse me,
But I might drink a little bit more than I should, tonight,
And I might take you home with me if I could, tonight,
And I think you should let me, cause I look good tonight...

Words: 749
Muse: Was there... then it kinda.. ran away. D;
Notes: Sorry it fails, and that I didn't proof the whole thingg. D;[/size][/blockquote]

[ARIANNA "NIXIE" SYMPHONIA]

Nixie had made her way to the Council’s inner chambers for a few reasons. Most of them related to getting away from her mother. Some related to the heat and how utterly dreadful that damn heat was out there, but the big one related to alone time. She had been expecting to be alone because no one could get in here except for other council members, and their guards of course though most left theirs outside as a show of good faith. And Marco had been left back at her apartment stalling her mother, Poseidon bless him. She adored that man even when he bothered her to no end by following her everywhere. He had given her a brother figure she had never had in a way.

She had expected to be alone here. Only other Council Members could enter and, being that the meeting wasn’t until tomorrow as far as she could remember, she didn’t think that any would. It wasn’t common for them to come here for no reason as far as she could tell. And she had made sure none had been here before coming in, the intrusive way. She hated her ability but it had come in handy. Thoughts couldn’t lie to you after all, and how was she to know whether or not the man who watched over the door was telling the truth?

So she had been alone, until another Council member had entered. She had pretended not to notice his prescense until he had announced himself by speaking, but that was because that was just how she was. Ever wary of the people around her and ever tricky about how she behaved around them. She remembered Sharai’s scolding again about how she just wanted to see the bad in everyone because it meant she could be alone and focused on the man who was with her. He had called her Ariana and she corrected, calling herself Nixie. No one called her Ariana if she could help it. Though the reasons for Nixie being her nickname were her own.

He apologized and made a note of saying he’d address her as Nixie from now on, to which she nodded in answer. He spoke in such calm tones, it made her curious. But Nixie liked to play her role too well, her role as informer. She looked up rumors on just about everyone, made a point to know as much as she could. Some may call it paranoia, Nixie called it curiosity. She watched as he moved and as he smirked, everything about him was polite and calm. She tilted her head, making her curtain of dark hair shift as she did. She hadn’t done anything special with it, simply brushed it, so it was slightly wavey today, oh well. She was calm for once, it was a good thing. It meant that the dark blue eyes that studied her fellow council member were impassive….impassive but intrigued.

She rolled her pencil once more, feeling the movement under her fingers and letting that help her stay as impassive as she could manage for now, she was putting up a front. Mostly to amuse herself. She wanted to see how he answered. He caught onto her using his name and she smirked slightly, unable to help the slightly cocky expression. He wanted to know what else she knew? Well she wasn’t going to give that up if she could help it, no. She would do her best to keep everything she knew to herself, keep all her cards close. That was how Nixie played the game after all. ”I am an Informer of the Council, Alexander. Perhaps I was simply doing my job” she said with a cocky little smirk, answering him without telling him anything he wanted to know.

It was just how she liked to play.

He started tapping on the table, and all that made her do was resume the rolling of her pencil. She had intended on getting a little sketching done today but it simply hadn’t happened. She hadn’t been in the right mindset. Instead, Nixie had found herself staring off into space rather than putting anything down on that paper, art or otherwise. Oh well, she would get to it later. She was willing, fully willing, to let the conversation hang in the air, just to see what he would do about it because she adored testing people in that manner when she could manage to. It was her own little odd game that she played with everyone, whether they meant something to her or not. Marco had been guarding her four years now, and she still tested him when she could manage, but he knew all the answers by now so that wasn’t as fun. Besides, Marco and Sharai were one of the few she didn’t need to test to know they would pass. It was rare, but treasured.

No, instead she let her curiousity get the better of her. She had expected to be alone, after all, so why not figure out why she wasn’t alone? She couldn’t help but want to know the answer. ”So what brings you here today? Get your meeting days mixed up?” she asked with a slight tease, amused in the slightest, though the amusement only flashed in her eyes for a moment and nothing more.

Comments: Nada
Muse: It started disappearing towards the end, sorry
Words: 928

[THE MOIRAE]

The string of fate hung between the fingers of Atropos, her blade toying with the thread.

To cut, or not to cut.

She pressed the blade hard against the string, threatening to break it, before roughly pushing it away. Today would not be the day.

* * *

Sharp pain flashed through Alexander Malbec's mind. His heart stopped, for an important second, halted in mid-action. Indescribable agony spread through his body, before his heart began to beat, once more.

The Moirae had spared his life.

For now.

[ALEXANDER MALBEC]

Alexander Malbec


Put it on my life, baby,
I can make you feel right, baby!
I can’t promise tomorrow,
But, I promise tonight...

[/i]

.xXx.[/color] Alexander wasn’t one to let his true personality leak through his expertly built mask when he came across someone of slight importance or interest, if he could help it at all. Of course his thoughts were his own; lustful, violent, nasty, however, on the outside, he had the appearance of your average, calm gentleman. When he walked down the street, he had most, if not every person fooled into thinking he was something he wasn’t. Most had a positive, charming first-impression of Alexander, when truly, it couldn’t be more warped. The man relished in this fact, however; the power easy manipulation gave him. How could people be so, absolutely delusional though? How could they trust a stranger-or better yet, a stranger’s first impression?

Alexander knew better.

The man sat watching Nixie with curious, intrigued blue eyes, making note of the way she tilted her head at his words, her own orbs fairly emotionless, though curious, at the same time. Was she fooled by his gentlemanly approach, or maybe, just maybe, was she questioning it? The thought that she may be onto his little game was somewhat unsettling, however should it be the case, Alexander would surely go along with it rather easily. He would cross that merry little bridge if he got there, though. There was absolutely no sense in worrying himself of such things, at this point in time. The Angellli shifted in his seat, moving to rest his elbows on the table before him, in order to rest the majority of his weight on them in a very casual, natural manner. He watched as she began rolling her pencil once again, wondering if it was out of boredom or habit. Was he boring her? Alexander couldn’t be sure. The man chose to spoke then, and once he’d finished, couldn’t help the widening of his own smirk, as hers grew somewhat cocky. For some reason, Alexander rather enjoyed that little bit of information. It meant that, no matter how calm and impassive she was at the moment, she had a little bit of a flare to her; something more than just a serene expression.


The man’s thoughts dwindled as she responded to him, and Alexander rose a brow, obviously challenging her statement. Withholding information, was she? An amused little smirk spread across the man’s lips; two could certainly play at that game. He leaned back a little bit, watching her with amusement in his eyes, telling her as best he could without words that he knew she was playing with him.

“Perhaps.”

He replied, his voice and expression amused. He let the conversation linger in the air around the two, the tension somewhat enjoyed, at least by Alexander. He was always one that rather enjoyed tension, as he tended to flourish in negative, frustrating situations. The man’s fingers tapped lightly against the table’s surface, the sound echoing throughout the entire, acoustic room, all until Nixie spoke once again, most-likely giving in to her curiosity. Alexander was thankful with the ending of the silence, however her question was one that made him pause, and think. He certainly wouldn’t go around giving her his entire, true reason, but perhaps a slighty modified, cut version of it? He’d simply... gone for a walk, and ended up here. Alexander smirked slightly, knowing well she would realize he wasn’t telling her the whole story. Payback.

“Ah, no, though that’s a clever observation.”

He spoke easily, before continuing.

“Just wandering, I suppose. And you? Sketching?”

He inquired with a casual glance towards her rather blank-looking page. Perhaps she’d just run out of muse? Or maybe Alexander had interrupted? Either way, he didn’t give a bloody fuck. Though, it wasn’t as if he’d tell her that. No, god no, he had more decency then that. The man smiled, politely, at the thought. And it was then that an excruciating, blinding pain blasted through first his mind, before entering his entire body, as if a fire was slowly devouring his frame. His smile faltered and twisted into one of utter discomfort and agony, eyes widening before flashing closed, as the man hunched forwards slightly, his hands grasping viciously at either side of his head. Pain blasted through his body, exhausting it thoroughly, and Alexander let out a frustrated, loud grunt accompanied by a grimace, in attempt not to scream. His body crumpled from the chair, and as he hit the ground the pain numbed, leaving his as quickly as it had entered. Alexander lay in a heap, breathing heavy, before pulling himself into a sitting position, chest heaving.

“Holy shit.”

He cussed breathlessly, running a hand over his face. So much for keeping calm, hmn? Alexander’s brow furrowed, as his body tried to recover from the blast of pain, unsure of it’s cause. What the fuck had just happened? For some strange reason, Alexander found himself questioning whether or not he wanted to know.

Excuse me,
But I might drink a little bit more than I should, tonight,
And I might take you home with me if I could, tonight,
And I think you should let me, cause I look good tonight...

Words: 905
Muse: Meh
Notes: Didn't have time to proof it, might later. :][/size][/blockquote]

[ARIANNA "NIXIE" SYMPHONIA]

Nixie’s journey to the Council House had been for two reasons, mostly to escape her mother, mostly to get out of the heat. And there was the added bonus of being alone. But she didn’t mind his company, it wouldn’t kill her to get to know her fellow council members a little bit better after all, not that she was striving for this…but it wouldn’t be a bad thing. That was all. Obviously they didn’t know each other too well if he was going to address her as Arianna. That was just foolish to anyone who knew the tiniest bit of her. In fact, most people in their society didn’t know Nixie’s real name.

That was the way that she liked it though.

She had, however, used his name while addressing him, and let a small smirk flare on the corners of her lips. For all that she was pretending to be entirely impassive and calm and calculated, it was an act. She was letting him see just a little bit under her carefully cultivated mask. Nixie had made sure that the public thought of her as a good little girl who cared about the issues and was nice to people when she could be, but had a bit of a partier wild girl streak. They didn’t know that in truth she was arrogant, manipulative, solitary, with a temper. She did care. It was just rare.

Her reason for the image she upholded was her own. But, no matter how fake most of it was, she did in fact believe the races should unite. She wondered what Alexander here thought about that. She didn’t care enough to ask however, she was too busy playing her own little game with him. She said perhaps she was just doing her job and he answered with a simple perhaps. He was amused and she could tell that he knew she was playing with him, he let her know that he knew that.

Well she was beginning to find this game rather amusing. She simply smirked in reply and then returned to her passivity, rolling the pencil under her fingers to help her keep up the mask. If she was constantly moving it was easier than if she was sitting still. They remained in silence, and Nixie didn’t break it. Just listening to the rolling of her own pencil and the tapping of his fingers upon the table, echoing in this expansive room that had the acoustics to truly echo even the tiniest noise. That was probably why Council meetings got so explosively loud.

Speaking of Council Meetings, she was rather sure that there was not one today. So why was she enjoying his—admittedly amusing—company today? She was debating whether or not to give in to her curiousity and break the silence, or to let it hang a little bit longer just to test him—as was her habit. However, her curiosity won out, as it usually did with things like this. She looked over at him and, in a slightly teasing manner, asking him what he was doing here, asking if he had forgotten the day of the Council Meeting in that teasing way she always did.

His answer did not satisfy her. He was playing her game back at him! While that gained him points, it meant he had a brain in his head and could play along, it also frustrated the hell out of her. She pouted, exaggeratedly on purpose in order to show she was merely playing before simply returning to a calmer expression that she had been using before. ”Now that’s just not fair. Going to deny an Informer information?” she asked, betraying her calm exterior by letting a slightly playful tone leak into her words as she asked.

He asked if she was sketching. And while she had brought along her sketchpad just in case, mostly to relieve herself of boredom, that was not why she was here. All the same, he was playing her game back at her so that meant she just had to show him how she played it better in response. She smiled slightly, just a little hint of it on her lips, tilting her head slightly as she looked at him. She knew it added a slight mystery to her words and expression when she did that after all. ”It would appear that way, wouldn’t it?” she asked, turning the question back for her own amusement.

And then she watched as his expression twisted.

For a second she thought he was playing.

But no one could mimic pain quite that well.

She pushed herself out of her seat and made her way over to where he was sitting. There was a rare flash of concern on her face. She had been enjoying his company, she would rather he not die so soon. She stood back all the same, unsure what to do as he reacted to a pain that she couldn’t tell the source of. He hit the floor and she went over there, kneeling beside him when he finally seemed to come out of her pain and sit himself up. He was out of breath but he seemed to be better now. She lay a hand on his shoulder, her face questioning. She sucked with this comfort shit. ”Are you alright? Stupid question I know but one I can’t help but ask” she said, mentally berating herself for asking such a stupid question, but it was the first one that popped out of her mouth.

Subconsciously she removed her hand from his shoulder. She was a Shade, and thus a tad more touchy than the Angelli, so she wasn’t sure how he’d react to an unwanted touch, better safe than sorry. ”Do you want water or something like that? Chosen of Poseidon should be able to find water, or what else am I good for?” she asked, a small smirk playing on her lips, teasing slightly.


Words: 1030
Muse: Epic actually
Comments: lol she actually cared for five seconds.