Post by Fierro Darque on Jun 5, 2009 12:53:05 GMT -8
Saturday. September 25th, 2010
Around 9pm.
Viridian Manor was freezing. Especially for the Autumn, it was an unusual arctic temperature in the home of one Fierro Darque. Of course, Fierro preferred it that way. Heat only made him sweat, and on his designer fashions, that was just not acceptable. Not to mention, the heat of the fireplace made him flashback to his earlier days here, with his family. Brother and sister, mother and father...and then to the later years he spent here with his wife and daughter.
Daughter...
The word sent a chill down his spine.
He didn't hate Kara, no. He couldn't, even though she didn't belong to his noble bloodline. Alexandra's lies were enough to make him carry on the grudge even though she was already dead. Because Fierro killed her. the left corner of his mouth twitched as he thought of his dead ex-wife. Then he couldn't help but wonder where she was. He couldn't bear to think about how long it had been since he'd seen her last, and it frightened him a bit to even ponder the fact that she might be dead.
Williams' raid did attack the school that night she was supposedly there, the night he was supposed to save her, take her with him, trick her into joining them, and learn the darkness of his ways. Black's daughter or not, he had raised her. He was going to get her back.
"Where the devil are they?
Callid and Bristow were supposed to arrive this evening, as planned. They had spoken at the Masquerade, a few months before. It was that night they crossed paths, and in that same night they realized they could be good for each other due to the uncannily common interest: their hatred for the "almighty" Trevor Williams. Almighty was definitely an overstatement in Fierro's book. And it was about time someone showed up at just the right time to express that with him. Tonight they were supposed to go in deeper, discuss the subject further than they had that night, using words they couldn't dream of thinking within vicinity of Trevor's guard. Treason was a crime punishable by death, and as much as he was willing to die by his words, Fierro knew that last night was not the right time, nor the place to discuss such a thing.
Viridian Manor was the safest place they could meet, a place without Williams' surveillance, and enough time had passed since Fierro spoke with Trevor about his conversation with these two to sweep it under the rug, a foul or infraction on his record. A slap on the hand, maybe. A slap that was going to bounce back and hit Williams hard, when their intentions became actions in his reality.
Nine-thirty-seven, his watch read, making him a little frustrated at their urge to make such an entrance. Entrances were not important here, this intimate meeting was not going to be known by anyone except for the three in attendance. He tapped his foot impatiently, resting his head on his elbow as he sat at the piano. His fingers fell lightly and Fierror tapped a couple of keys to bring some noise into the silent home.
Then, he just waited.
Around 9pm.
Viridian Manor was freezing. Especially for the Autumn, it was an unusual arctic temperature in the home of one Fierro Darque. Of course, Fierro preferred it that way. Heat only made him sweat, and on his designer fashions, that was just not acceptable. Not to mention, the heat of the fireplace made him flashback to his earlier days here, with his family. Brother and sister, mother and father...and then to the later years he spent here with his wife and daughter.
Daughter...
The word sent a chill down his spine.
He didn't hate Kara, no. He couldn't, even though she didn't belong to his noble bloodline. Alexandra's lies were enough to make him carry on the grudge even though she was already dead. Because Fierro killed her. the left corner of his mouth twitched as he thought of his dead ex-wife. Then he couldn't help but wonder where she was. He couldn't bear to think about how long it had been since he'd seen her last, and it frightened him a bit to even ponder the fact that she might be dead.
Williams' raid did attack the school that night she was supposedly there, the night he was supposed to save her, take her with him, trick her into joining them, and learn the darkness of his ways. Black's daughter or not, he had raised her. He was going to get her back.
"Where the devil are they?
Callid and Bristow were supposed to arrive this evening, as planned. They had spoken at the Masquerade, a few months before. It was that night they crossed paths, and in that same night they realized they could be good for each other due to the uncannily common interest: their hatred for the "almighty" Trevor Williams. Almighty was definitely an overstatement in Fierro's book. And it was about time someone showed up at just the right time to express that with him. Tonight they were supposed to go in deeper, discuss the subject further than they had that night, using words they couldn't dream of thinking within vicinity of Trevor's guard. Treason was a crime punishable by death, and as much as he was willing to die by his words, Fierro knew that last night was not the right time, nor the place to discuss such a thing.
Viridian Manor was the safest place they could meet, a place without Williams' surveillance, and enough time had passed since Fierro spoke with Trevor about his conversation with these two to sweep it under the rug, a foul or infraction on his record. A slap on the hand, maybe. A slap that was going to bounce back and hit Williams hard, when their intentions became actions in his reality.
Nine-thirty-seven, his watch read, making him a little frustrated at their urge to make such an entrance. Entrances were not important here, this intimate meeting was not going to be known by anyone except for the three in attendance. He tapped his foot impatiently, resting his head on his elbow as he sat at the piano. His fingers fell lightly and Fierror tapped a couple of keys to bring some noise into the silent home.
Then, he just waited.