Choices

[Giovanni Cavelli]

She wanted proof of what he was. Giovanni had provided that. He had the powers of a god. He was a god. She shifted seductively in front of him, hips moving close to him, hands on the wall close to his waist. The entire situation buzzed through his head - killing Luciano, meeting Oriena, Nox being a prick, Nox being mildly amusing, the fight, Nox being a prick again, and this. It was her words as well as her stance that brought the lust back. That combined with the destroyed room - the thought of the people fleeing in fear at the power he had wielded and at the fear they had felt at a impending battle between gods. All of it awakened a primal desire in him. A primal need.

The gleam in her eyes released Caos even farther. Ordine's whimper disappeared entirely and Caos seemed to fill his senses. Her eyes offered the promise of anarchy and echoed what Giovanni felt. Caos echoed Giovanni's own words as he spoke them.

"You're right - they hunt us. They hunt because they fear what we are. They know we're superior to them."


He put his hand around her back and pulled her closer to him. As he did he spun her around, pushing her to the wall. He wasn't too gentle. "I'm done being prey too. Gods aren't prey. The hunters,"
he emphasized the word with irritation. "can serve or burn."
With that he brought his lips to hers again, his arms drawing her closer.