02-04-2014, 06:36 AM
Aria had never felt anything like Dane before. She wanted to stay, wanted to be here with him but she knew better. His words still rang through her like a sharp piercing blow. She wanted him to know. She turned away, she couldn't look at him. Aria took a deep breath and turned back to stare up at him.
She wanted to tell him. But logic and sanity said not to. He was a stranger. But it was as if he called to her. Even when she had connected before with the boy of her youth, it had not been like this. She remembered feeling his passion but that was the end of it, he had overwhelmed her to the point of collapsing. Dane had not, he was calm with other emotions snaking to the surface on occasion. He was a curiosity.
Against her better judgment Aria smiled. "I could tell you."
She took a shallow breath to calm her voice but it didn't help as she spoke. "And I want to tell you. But .."
She couldn't tell him that the men and women under the Baccarrat Mansion could and would try to kill him. Aria didn't want to let him know that she knew what he was. Aria wasn't sure if she should be afraid of him, or if she was more afraid of herself. She wanted to touch him again but the moment had passed.
"I've an apartment above a shop called the Delicate Scroll on Nikolskaya Street near the Baccarrat Mansion."
The thought of headquarters and her knowledge that two men exist who can channel the power of the gods are alive because she did not kill them would surely land her in to trouble. She sighed, "But you shouldn't come there. It's not safe for either of us."
Aria rustled in her pockets and and found her a piece of paper. While out-dated it came in handy. She jotted down in practiced chicken scratch, that was what Father Dimitri called it, the number of her wallet. If you want to meet, I can come to you."
Aria held out the piece of paper to Dane. Whether he took it or not didn't matter, though she did hope he would.
She wanted to tell him. But logic and sanity said not to. He was a stranger. But it was as if he called to her. Even when she had connected before with the boy of her youth, it had not been like this. She remembered feeling his passion but that was the end of it, he had overwhelmed her to the point of collapsing. Dane had not, he was calm with other emotions snaking to the surface on occasion. He was a curiosity.
Against her better judgment Aria smiled. "I could tell you."
She took a shallow breath to calm her voice but it didn't help as she spoke. "And I want to tell you. But .."
She couldn't tell him that the men and women under the Baccarrat Mansion could and would try to kill him. Aria didn't want to let him know that she knew what he was. Aria wasn't sure if she should be afraid of him, or if she was more afraid of herself. She wanted to touch him again but the moment had passed.
"I've an apartment above a shop called the Delicate Scroll on Nikolskaya Street near the Baccarrat Mansion."
The thought of headquarters and her knowledge that two men exist who can channel the power of the gods are alive because she did not kill them would surely land her in to trouble. She sighed, "But you shouldn't come there. It's not safe for either of us."
Aria rustled in her pockets and and found her a piece of paper. While out-dated it came in handy. She jotted down in practiced chicken scratch, that was what Father Dimitri called it, the number of her wallet. If you want to meet, I can come to you."
Aria held out the piece of paper to Dane. Whether he took it or not didn't matter, though she did hope he would.