11-07-2014, 08:37 AM
Giordano smiled, he was a master at emulating emotion, he was neither happy, sad or mad or any such emotions. He honestly was only looking for leverage over his poor misguided daughter. Had he known, maybe things would be different.
The man was curious about his choice of tattoo, he wondered what questions it had invoked upon his thoughts. Maybe that would make him more likely to answer questions.
He offered his name, Lucas, it reminded him of his son, any young man really did, of his three, no four, living children Luka was the closest to him in terms of power and ability. Alessandra had no talent what-so-ever, she was just a glorified empath. But she was the only child who had a decent relationship with him going up. Luka wanted nothing to do with Giordano's interests outside of their lessons about his ability. Mara was her mother's daughter, prone to the same over protectiveness of them all. Poor Christina, he felt the rage of the death of his daughter rise inside her. The Atharim had killed her! He sighed inwardly, because of him. He knew that. He'd put his family on the radar, and because of the bitch of a woman that mothered this girl.
The smile had faded, but he offered his hand with a new one, "Giordano. You come highly recommended." He took off his coat and wondered what Aria had told Lucas of the night he had stopped by. He only knew that she'd gone to see him at the infernal church that paid tribute to her cause. Autunna Luna had told him much after their nights, and during their days together. She was not a prize he was happy to flaunt, but he had manipulated one of their own, and she loved him for it.
Edited by Alex, Nov 7 2014, 08:38 AM.