10-19-2016, 04:55 PM
Asha had curled herself up in her chair, hands tucked into her sleeves, arms draped across her middle. Death and grief were powerful things, and the taste of it was still ash in the back of her throat. She'd been unprepared for its bite, and less so for the dark eye of suspicion cast in their wake that morning. Bad omens. The horrible, bleak tendrils of that aspersion echoed another older memory, one that squeezed her heart in its fist. She craved comfort from its touch, but receded into herself instead.
Elias blamed himself. Frustration simmered from him, his words bladed as they discussed what happened next. Losing a home bothered her far less than the manner of their departure; she was used to drifting, and she didn't think Nox would begrudge her use of Aria's apartment if they needed it. As for the rest, she had no useful suggestions, so remained silent, contemplating the vastness of the ocean and the sharp need that punctuated Elias's need to solve this riddle with concrete answers.
Damien radiated the calm of a lazy predator, unperturbed by the events of the past few days. She should have been grateful for that strength, but it mixed queasily with everything else -- or maybe it was just that she was shy of leaning on his emotions, and made an effort to distance herself. She recalled the sudden snap of his anger all too well; that deep unfathomable rage that had funnelled away just as quickly. He casually winked at her, and she felt the rush of heat to her cheeks. The weight of his attention always seemed to fluster her.
"Mexico. A ship. It's a start."
Elias blamed himself. Frustration simmered from him, his words bladed as they discussed what happened next. Losing a home bothered her far less than the manner of their departure; she was used to drifting, and she didn't think Nox would begrudge her use of Aria's apartment if they needed it. As for the rest, she had no useful suggestions, so remained silent, contemplating the vastness of the ocean and the sharp need that punctuated Elias's need to solve this riddle with concrete answers.
Damien radiated the calm of a lazy predator, unperturbed by the events of the past few days. She should have been grateful for that strength, but it mixed queasily with everything else -- or maybe it was just that she was shy of leaning on his emotions, and made an effort to distance herself. She recalled the sudden snap of his anger all too well; that deep unfathomable rage that had funnelled away just as quickly. He casually winked at her, and she felt the rush of heat to her cheeks. The weight of his attention always seemed to fluster her.
"Mexico. A ship. It's a start."