01-06-2015, 02:39 PM
While his companion described flickering loyalties, Dane's gaze roamed across the faces she described. "You're here too,"
he pointed out the obvious. By her own definition she was as pathetic as the rest. More, simply because she did not recognize her own hypocrisy.
Bored, his gaze roamed to that of a quiet man standing alongside the room. Hard lines crimped the corners of Teodoro Baxa's eyes. A scar cut across one ear and burn marks pimpled his knuckles. His otherwise crisp suit jacket was undone, leaving room for holstered pistols beneath. He was not one of the sycophants described by this woman. Nor was his companion standing against the opposite wall: Salvino Cobian, younger than Baxa, but just as grim of expression. Neither man drank, like Dane, but at least he was holding a glass in the pretense of partying. Dane's idea of fun differed greatly from theirs.
Baxa and Cobian were but two of the presence of many of Damien's guards. Just for fun, Dane moved to a balcony. Teodoro Baxa, the nearest of the two, shifted so that Dane remained in his line of sight. Like pulling the strings on a puppet.
He peered over one shoulder, delicate eyes falling back to the mannish woman in his presence. "Dane Gregory, Lord Dane, if it were not for the Custody's dissolution of the peerage. And the fact that my grandfather still wastes space in this world."
If the old man would finally stop breathing, the worthless Earldom would pass to Dane's father and bring him one step closer to the respect he deserved. Until then, bowing.. or begging ..subjects would suffice.
He offered one elegant hand to shake hers. Around a delicate finger was a thick gold ring.
he pointed out the obvious. By her own definition she was as pathetic as the rest. More, simply because she did not recognize her own hypocrisy.
Bored, his gaze roamed to that of a quiet man standing alongside the room. Hard lines crimped the corners of Teodoro Baxa's eyes. A scar cut across one ear and burn marks pimpled his knuckles. His otherwise crisp suit jacket was undone, leaving room for holstered pistols beneath. He was not one of the sycophants described by this woman. Nor was his companion standing against the opposite wall: Salvino Cobian, younger than Baxa, but just as grim of expression. Neither man drank, like Dane, but at least he was holding a glass in the pretense of partying. Dane's idea of fun differed greatly from theirs.
Baxa and Cobian were but two of the presence of many of Damien's guards. Just for fun, Dane moved to a balcony. Teodoro Baxa, the nearest of the two, shifted so that Dane remained in his line of sight. Like pulling the strings on a puppet.
He peered over one shoulder, delicate eyes falling back to the mannish woman in his presence. "Dane Gregory, Lord Dane, if it were not for the Custody's dissolution of the peerage. And the fact that my grandfather still wastes space in this world."
If the old man would finally stop breathing, the worthless Earldom would pass to Dane's father and bring him one step closer to the respect he deserved. Until then, bowing.. or begging ..subjects would suffice.
He offered one elegant hand to shake hers. Around a delicate finger was a thick gold ring.