07-12-2019, 08:37 PM
It was not the sort of place of which Scion would approve; more akin to the type of haunt frequented by his wastrel son than the refined tastes of high society. Neither was it somewhere Vena would usually have elected to go, and yet the whispered promise of opening night woke a longing long dampened by years of neglect. She went for the dance; still kept an ear to that world, even though she no longer lived and breathed its artistry. In the twinkling blue lights of the theatre, she was not disappointed. The music flushed her skin like the scald of warm beach sand, flickering her tongue with the taste of something ancient. She did not recognise Nox Durante beneath the gold paints and ambient lighting, but a nuance of her senses identified him nonetheless. Surprise tilted her attention before the story swept her away until the final moment.
It was beautiful.
And perhaps over too swiftly, like a morsel rife with the promise of more.
When the curtains swished closed amidst the ripple of applause, she stood. Rumours abounded as to why the club had been closed, fissioning a little fear along her spine as she returned to the bar. The air was cooler beyond, like a gateway from one world to another. She perhaps would have preferred Scion’s protection to the nakedness of her own company, but she doubted he would have understood her desire to attend tonight. Political intrigue kept him busy, and while he might have indulged her fancy, she was not convinced he would have enjoyed the diversion. She could have availed of friends, but tonight was a taste of an old life; one she jealously did not want to share.
It was not her intention to stay beyond the show, but sometimes performers mingled amongst the audience after. Curiosity swept for a glimpse of Nox; she did not forget the bridge of his threads with those of Ascendancy the night they had danced at the fundraiser. Her dark gaze found nothing amongst the crowds before she turned its warmth to the server behind the bar, though. Beauty was a currency likely to see her in good stead in such an establishment, but the refinement of her manners were not demanding. Meanwhile she adjusted to the currents of the new space around her, and the people within it.
It was beautiful.
And perhaps over too swiftly, like a morsel rife with the promise of more.
When the curtains swished closed amidst the ripple of applause, she stood. Rumours abounded as to why the club had been closed, fissioning a little fear along her spine as she returned to the bar. The air was cooler beyond, like a gateway from one world to another. She perhaps would have preferred Scion’s protection to the nakedness of her own company, but she doubted he would have understood her desire to attend tonight. Political intrigue kept him busy, and while he might have indulged her fancy, she was not convinced he would have enjoyed the diversion. She could have availed of friends, but tonight was a taste of an old life; one she jealously did not want to share.
It was not her intention to stay beyond the show, but sometimes performers mingled amongst the audience after. Curiosity swept for a glimpse of Nox; she did not forget the bridge of his threads with those of Ascendancy the night they had danced at the fundraiser. Her dark gaze found nothing amongst the crowds before she turned its warmth to the server behind the bar, though. Beauty was a currency likely to see her in good stead in such an establishment, but the refinement of her manners were not demanding. Meanwhile she adjusted to the currents of the new space around her, and the people within it.