05-15-2014, 06:36 AM
Dane woke with a smile, it made her smile despite the lack of feeling anything else she was glad he was there. He tried to pull her back into bed, she wanted to. His hand on her arm sent sparks through her body. It took everything she had to stay standing, the gas was on, there was blood everywhere and she had nothing else to wear out of this building. The guilt from earlier melted away at his touch and Aria was saddened when he let go.
Sadness drifted across Dane's emotions, she clung to the new feeling, his feeling, feeling anything was better than the emptiness that the alcohol produced. Aria wasn't sure what he was sad about as he got out of the blood soaked bed, the reporter stared glassy-eyed up at the ceiling. There was little left to be done now.
Aria walked around the room making sure she had everything she had brought into this room. The black leather trench coat was the last thing Aria put on, she'd have left it off if not for the weapons at her waist. There was one more thing she didn't want to forget, she grabbed the knife that lay on the bathroom sink and carefully, gently stuck it in her coat pocket.
Aria stood in the bathroom door way and watched Dane don the rest of his clothes. She wanted to go to him, make him stop. She saw their bodies entwined in her mind and felt his lingering touch. The world slowed when he touched her, the mere thought of it nearly took Aria's breath away. But the world went on, and this was no place for a repeat performance. Aria pushed away the images from her mind, her body ached but there were things to.
Dane was ready to go. He'd finished becoming the man she'd met in the graveyard while her mind wandered. One final thing to do. A bag of emotions floated around Aria's head as she walked towards the door. Nothing stuck except for what she felt for Dane. The entire thing was foreign to Aria. The world was just outside her mind, muffled by the alcohol but she couldn't feel exactly what she was feeling for more than a moment at a time. She could barely understand any of that, and now was not the time for her mind to wander.
The zippo lay next to candle on the table near the door. Hopefully the room didn't fill too quickly with the gas from the stove. Aria smiled wanly up at Dane, reached up slowly and caressed his cheek. Aria bit the bottom of her lip and wished she had not put her gloves back on before turning to open the door and pick the zippo from the table. First murder, now arson, what a toll she was taking today on her humanity, but this was necessary and she really didn't care anyway, her emotions were nothing to her. Not right now at least, she prayed they'd return, but it was probably her punishment. With a deep breath Aria lit the candle and shut the door behind them.
One step, two... The farther Aria got from the room the darker and heavier the world seemed. She opened her self to the emotions surrounding her. Fighting the fog was one of the hardest things she had ever had to do. Sleep, contentment was the predominate feeling everyone near gave off. Aria wished for it to be clear to her again. There would collateral damage on this one, Aria felt a couple who were the closest people to them as they descended the stairs. Another crime that Aria pushed away.
That was not the only problem. Aria wanted to stop, but stopping meant dying. Aria did not want to die. She whispered, mostly to herself "Someone followed me."
Aria would have had a moment of panic if it weren't for the lack of feeling that possessed her body. The running man, who had stopped at the alley way was one of Takeo's men, he had to be by the way he had not actually left the scene. But they couldn't stop. And he couldn't know, couldn't see what was about to happen.
Aria pulled open the outer door, but she could see nothing in the dim lights. but he was there somewhere. Aria tried not too look around, she damned the beer, the horrid stuff, never again she vowed in her head. As they walked father from the apartment of the reporter, the more sure she was that the man had heard and/or seen too much.
Aria curled her fingers between Dane's and leaned in to him. How she wished neither were wearing gloves, she longed for the touch of his fingers. Aria fought to push her longing away. She looked up at him with that same longing in her eyes. There was no mistaking how she felt, but the words did not match. "We have someone watching."
Aria made sure to keep walking until they were around the corner before Aria stopped and pulled Dane close to her and wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tip toes. It was mostly for show, but it had its benefits other than that. Aria kissed Dane softly just as the apartment exploded around the corner.
Edited by Aria, May 15 2014, 06:37 AM.
Sadness drifted across Dane's emotions, she clung to the new feeling, his feeling, feeling anything was better than the emptiness that the alcohol produced. Aria wasn't sure what he was sad about as he got out of the blood soaked bed, the reporter stared glassy-eyed up at the ceiling. There was little left to be done now.
Aria walked around the room making sure she had everything she had brought into this room. The black leather trench coat was the last thing Aria put on, she'd have left it off if not for the weapons at her waist. There was one more thing she didn't want to forget, she grabbed the knife that lay on the bathroom sink and carefully, gently stuck it in her coat pocket.
Aria stood in the bathroom door way and watched Dane don the rest of his clothes. She wanted to go to him, make him stop. She saw their bodies entwined in her mind and felt his lingering touch. The world slowed when he touched her, the mere thought of it nearly took Aria's breath away. But the world went on, and this was no place for a repeat performance. Aria pushed away the images from her mind, her body ached but there were things to.
Dane was ready to go. He'd finished becoming the man she'd met in the graveyard while her mind wandered. One final thing to do. A bag of emotions floated around Aria's head as she walked towards the door. Nothing stuck except for what she felt for Dane. The entire thing was foreign to Aria. The world was just outside her mind, muffled by the alcohol but she couldn't feel exactly what she was feeling for more than a moment at a time. She could barely understand any of that, and now was not the time for her mind to wander.
The zippo lay next to candle on the table near the door. Hopefully the room didn't fill too quickly with the gas from the stove. Aria smiled wanly up at Dane, reached up slowly and caressed his cheek. Aria bit the bottom of her lip and wished she had not put her gloves back on before turning to open the door and pick the zippo from the table. First murder, now arson, what a toll she was taking today on her humanity, but this was necessary and she really didn't care anyway, her emotions were nothing to her. Not right now at least, she prayed they'd return, but it was probably her punishment. With a deep breath Aria lit the candle and shut the door behind them.
One step, two... The farther Aria got from the room the darker and heavier the world seemed. She opened her self to the emotions surrounding her. Fighting the fog was one of the hardest things she had ever had to do. Sleep, contentment was the predominate feeling everyone near gave off. Aria wished for it to be clear to her again. There would collateral damage on this one, Aria felt a couple who were the closest people to them as they descended the stairs. Another crime that Aria pushed away.
That was not the only problem. Aria wanted to stop, but stopping meant dying. Aria did not want to die. She whispered, mostly to herself "Someone followed me."
Aria would have had a moment of panic if it weren't for the lack of feeling that possessed her body. The running man, who had stopped at the alley way was one of Takeo's men, he had to be by the way he had not actually left the scene. But they couldn't stop. And he couldn't know, couldn't see what was about to happen.
Aria pulled open the outer door, but she could see nothing in the dim lights. but he was there somewhere. Aria tried not too look around, she damned the beer, the horrid stuff, never again she vowed in her head. As they walked father from the apartment of the reporter, the more sure she was that the man had heard and/or seen too much.
Aria curled her fingers between Dane's and leaned in to him. How she wished neither were wearing gloves, she longed for the touch of his fingers. Aria fought to push her longing away. She looked up at him with that same longing in her eyes. There was no mistaking how she felt, but the words did not match. "We have someone watching."
Aria made sure to keep walking until they were around the corner before Aria stopped and pulled Dane close to her and wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tip toes. It was mostly for show, but it had its benefits other than that. Aria kissed Dane softly just as the apartment exploded around the corner.
Edited by Aria, May 15 2014, 06:37 AM.