05-08-2014, 01:58 PM
As Spectra made herself at home, Damien watched with a stoic silence. He saw the flash of malevolence cross her face when she heard his question, prompting the whip-crack response. From Spectra, the insinuation no longer stung him.
Rhetoric as the question was, Damien answered nonetheless. “I prefer something real, not an idle fantasy.”
He was not sure if the second question was innocuous or deliberate. With this woman, surprises were as common as snow in Moscow. He watched her for a long moment searching her face for anything that would shed light on her mystery before answering, finding no answers forthcoming. “Many have attempted to rip my heart out; none have succeeded”
his words carried the weight of a headsman’s axe. “Usually, however, they use their hands or sometimes a knife. How you did it is inconsequential to me,“
he waved a hand in casual dismissal though his posture remained steel. “I wonder, why? A convict some called me, others a monster, but what of a woman who attempts to murder a man because he does not beg like a dog at her feet?”
Damien allowed the question to sink in. His tone was neither hostile nor taunting, merely curious. The Light filled him with a surge of power to light the night sky. He would not be caught unaware a second time. “What happened to you, what turned your heart to ice?”
Damien was not sure why he tried. He was not unmoved but he would be gone soon enough, likely to never see the woman again. Yet...she was the first person he had met with similar abilities to his own; and knowledge was power.
Rhetoric as the question was, Damien answered nonetheless. “I prefer something real, not an idle fantasy.”
He was not sure if the second question was innocuous or deliberate. With this woman, surprises were as common as snow in Moscow. He watched her for a long moment searching her face for anything that would shed light on her mystery before answering, finding no answers forthcoming. “Many have attempted to rip my heart out; none have succeeded”
his words carried the weight of a headsman’s axe. “Usually, however, they use their hands or sometimes a knife. How you did it is inconsequential to me,“
he waved a hand in casual dismissal though his posture remained steel. “I wonder, why? A convict some called me, others a monster, but what of a woman who attempts to murder a man because he does not beg like a dog at her feet?”
Damien allowed the question to sink in. His tone was neither hostile nor taunting, merely curious. The Light filled him with a surge of power to light the night sky. He would not be caught unaware a second time. “What happened to you, what turned your heart to ice?”
Damien was not sure why he tried. He was not unmoved but he would be gone soon enough, likely to never see the woman again. Yet...she was the first person he had met with similar abilities to his own; and knowledge was power.