05-03-2014, 07:48 AM
She twisted round at the offer of a name, already half way between the bar and pool table.
Frankly she sounded uncertain, not a particularly promising sign of her cohesion, but for the briefest moment Oriena herself also felt misplaced. It was the oddest free fall sense of deja-vu, like a rush of darkness just outside her periphery, but the moment passed quickly and she didn't linger on it now. She'd never felt that way with Cara, but she considered that it had to be some side-effect of the gifts they shared. And maybe she could use that to her advantage.
Though she'd stared, Claire had otherwise shown little comprehension of the twists of power vibrating between them. It had taken months working with Cara before Ori had been able to see the threads of light which marked tangible evidence of their otherness, to the point that she had even been able to recognise when Cara held on to the feeling like a safety blanket. She'd literally glowed. Of course, inexperience probably worked to Ori's favour; even if it didn't, it was a new game, and Oriena was always ready to play. Before the night was out, Claire would know what she was.
A caustic smile plucked her lips and her gaze followed the departure of the Privilege and his lady friend. She appreciated this one's humour. "Of the truest kind,"
she replied dryly. Her mocking was edged with bitterness, of course, but tonight she wasn't interested in the irony. "Come and play, Claire. I'm bored of kicking their asses on my own."
She indicated the two men waiting by the pool game, for whom the two extra bottles of beer were for. Her eyes glittered darkly. That glint was like a single star in a pitch black sky, but it didn't offer salvation. Hers was the promise of light that wrecked ships on rocks, that seduced then devoured all hopeful trespass. The apparently open offer of friendship was genuine, but not without its perils. She grinned.
Frankly she sounded uncertain, not a particularly promising sign of her cohesion, but for the briefest moment Oriena herself also felt misplaced. It was the oddest free fall sense of deja-vu, like a rush of darkness just outside her periphery, but the moment passed quickly and she didn't linger on it now. She'd never felt that way with Cara, but she considered that it had to be some side-effect of the gifts they shared. And maybe she could use that to her advantage.
Though she'd stared, Claire had otherwise shown little comprehension of the twists of power vibrating between them. It had taken months working with Cara before Ori had been able to see the threads of light which marked tangible evidence of their otherness, to the point that she had even been able to recognise when Cara held on to the feeling like a safety blanket. She'd literally glowed. Of course, inexperience probably worked to Ori's favour; even if it didn't, it was a new game, and Oriena was always ready to play. Before the night was out, Claire would know what she was.
A caustic smile plucked her lips and her gaze followed the departure of the Privilege and his lady friend. She appreciated this one's humour. "Of the truest kind,"
she replied dryly. Her mocking was edged with bitterness, of course, but tonight she wasn't interested in the irony. "Come and play, Claire. I'm bored of kicking their asses on my own."
She indicated the two men waiting by the pool game, for whom the two extra bottles of beer were for. Her eyes glittered darkly. That glint was like a single star in a pitch black sky, but it didn't offer salvation. Hers was the promise of light that wrecked ships on rocks, that seduced then devoured all hopeful trespass. The apparently open offer of friendship was genuine, but not without its perils. She grinned.
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