Thread: Portal - Darkness Dawning (Black_Out and Eternal Thrill)

His hand flinched away from Evelina's shoulder as the distraught young noble woman who looked more like some sleek cults assassin now had gathered up her grief and bottled it away. Thin lips cringed at the statement she made that gave a name and face to the necromantic thing he had shoved out the window and whose black blood was smeared across his body now. I'm, I'm, he was that noble you snuck off with? He murmured under his breath as he stepped back instinctively to let her pass towards the open shattered window. The sounds of the city being flung into chaos and madness filled the air and carried across the streets from every direction and they were only minutely muted when she closed the heavy shutters of her window and secured them. In contrast to Eve's own swallowed up emotions, Sebastian was the one going numb now as he stumbled back a few steps and found his back resting against the mahogany post at the corner of her vast bed. He was frozen in terror briefly as he gazed down at the smear of ebony blood that coated his upturned palms, forearms, and had soaked into his once clean white waiters attire. The smell of it hit him in the face and he reflexively gagged at the noxious smell of decay. He vaguely recalled Evelina disappearing behind a screen when he was recovering from his assault on the thing she called Ansel. He was fairly certain that he heard her splashing water behind that dressing curtain and his feet quickly led him back there as she returned from the window and started to rummage through her room. Stained fingers clenched down across the porcelain counter, leaving a wash of black oily blood upon the surface as Sebastian stared into the gilded silver framed mirror above her bedrooms wash station. What the...hell is going on. His lips expelled in a burst as he dove his hands into the already tainted dark waters that Eve had washed herself off with recently. Splashing water across his face that washed away the thicker patches and smeared them down across his modestly broad shoulders and chest, Sebastian distantly heard Eve's voice filling the room. I don't have any, weapons, didn't think I would need them. The second part of that statement fell a tone softer from his lips as he spoke up from behind the curtain. He looked quickly for a towel, found one and patted his face dry. Daggers, I guess, whatever you can spare. Was his answer as he stared himself down in the mirror and took a few deep breaths, expelling those inhalations out in puffs as he worked to get a grasp on his own emotions right now. His thick brow cocked at an angle at the mention of the mage's poisoning the champagne and the sounds of the moaning approach of Ansel outside of her window drew his attention away from the mirror. Yeah, we do. He spoke up, his voice gaining an edge of decisiveness that hadn't been present before as he came out from behind the dressing curtain and stared towards the thick wooden shutters that were being banged upon. Ah, no, definitely done playing with him. He looked towards Evelina as she revealed the secret hallway and ushered him into it. Look, you get me the hell out of here, I'll get you out of the city, sound like a deal? He inquired as he moved to press himself back against the wall as she went to squeeze her sleek black clad figure past him and found her satin white cleavage staring back at him. Uh, a bit tight in here. He spat out uncomfortably as she squeezed past and then turned to follow along behind her. Do you think you Father has a looking glass? He asked as he put a hand on the wall and waited as she listened at the door she had come to stop at. Could be a handy thing to have. Oh my god! The distant shout echoed to them from somewhere below and was immediately followed by a shrill and horrid cry of despair. Though Sebastian had never heard the voice before, to Evelina it was crystal clear that it belonged to Prudence. No sooner then they had started, the terrified screams of the young woman who had a reputation as a talented singer abruptly ceased. Sebastian felt a shiver roll down his spine and every hair stood attentively on the back of his neck as relative silence surrounded them once more until he spoke. So, uh, how about those daggers?