04-09-2020, 12:50 PM
Sterling watched everything and everyone they passed. Raffe had never had boundaries in place to preserve his innocence growing up, and while he’d not spent his childhood in the red light district, the neighbourhood of the Guardian was worse in its own way. By the roundness of her eyes he suspected she called a far nicer part of the city home. Her parents were not likely to be impressed by any number of things they were presently about to be confronted with; this did not seem likely to number an exception.
“It’s not so bad really,” he said. He tried to see it with new eyes, but by now it was just home, with all the hopes and shadows of anywhere else he had ever lived.
“Spent my whole life in this city,” he observed lightly, and did not sound unhappy about it as much as simply contemplative. Nox’s smile prompted a grin of his own. The sun still shone on tragedy, and in much the same way Raffe was usually able to see past life’s inevitable difficulties. He was glad to chat idly; happy to just act normal, when things were anything but. “My mother was Dutch,” he said. “Be nice to see where she came from.” Which happened to be true, on both counts, but the way he laughed after and the mischievous look in his eye suggested it might not have been the same answer he’d have offered without young ears listening on.
They took the sidedoor rather than the grand steps of Kallisti's main entrance. In the daytime the building was impressive and severe, and utterly without marker. The club always felt hollow during the day, like everything slept in stasis while the sun was still in the sky. Some of the girls would probably be around by now, maybe even Carmen depending on her schedule. Raffe would have called out ahead of them, but the ugly wounds on his throat prevented his voice raising that loud. He realised then that he’d never finished that call to Juliana.
“It’s not so bad really,” he said. He tried to see it with new eyes, but by now it was just home, with all the hopes and shadows of anywhere else he had ever lived.
“Spent my whole life in this city,” he observed lightly, and did not sound unhappy about it as much as simply contemplative. Nox’s smile prompted a grin of his own. The sun still shone on tragedy, and in much the same way Raffe was usually able to see past life’s inevitable difficulties. He was glad to chat idly; happy to just act normal, when things were anything but. “My mother was Dutch,” he said. “Be nice to see where she came from.” Which happened to be true, on both counts, but the way he laughed after and the mischievous look in his eye suggested it might not have been the same answer he’d have offered without young ears listening on.
They took the sidedoor rather than the grand steps of Kallisti's main entrance. In the daytime the building was impressive and severe, and utterly without marker. The club always felt hollow during the day, like everything slept in stasis while the sun was still in the sky. Some of the girls would probably be around by now, maybe even Carmen depending on her schedule. Raffe would have called out ahead of them, but the ugly wounds on his throat prevented his voice raising that loud. He realised then that he’d never finished that call to Juliana.