Thread: Demonizing an Angel *(Silvana | Areawin)

Damien dropped the cigar when it burst into flames, sighing with irritation. These are expensive , he growled. I'm surprised you don't recognize me, to be perfectly honest. Demons have their own regions. You didn't even sense me. Hungry, are we? Or just becoming slow? He pulled the second cigar out, doing the same with it as the first lighting it and taking a puff. Probably just slow. Rolling the smoke around in his mouth before slowly letting it slip from his lips. There are so many things bad for your health these days, aren't there? Smoking. Eating. Sex. Drugs. Even money is bad for your health. But we all indulge, some more than others. And then there are those who don't have to worry about the consequences -- such as ourselves -- of such petty things. Drinking, for example. Was all of that a show, or are you really drunk? He couldn't tell, pulling more smoke into his mouth. -------------------- Silennia looked up at him, standing and looping her arm through his. A tour would be good if I could see entirely straight, she mumbled. Usually when she was tipsy, she had an energy drink to boost her up. It helped her sleep later, too, when the caffeine and sugar crash came. I do want to leave though. Such a gentleman, she thought at seeing him pick up her box as well as his. She slipped her coat on before pulling her scarf off to adjust it, now that her back was no longer exposed. Walking out into the crisp air seemed to bring back her senses, blinking a few times as cold wind bit at her cheeks and nose. We can walk for a while, she said softly smiling up at him. Only if you don't mind carrying our food around. Her apartment was about twenty blocks away, which was irritating, but she knew they could always get a cab if one of them got tired. Her feet still hurt from the previous night... at least the flats were comfortable. They were in a rather fancy part of town, although it was no less dangerous than the suburbs. Prostitutes on every other corner, drug deals happening just feet away from them. It saddened her. She explained a few statues along the way one was of a mare and foal. The story behind it was of the Native Americans that used to live and proper there, and the only things they traded were their horses since food was particularly hard to grow in that area. This particular strip was dedicated mostly to Native Americans, and most of the casinos were owned by them. Statue after statue there were old chiefs, battle victories, and hardships. Silennia explained each one as best as she could without boring her companion, finally stopping at a large fountain. Swans were shaped to fly a beautiful woman bent down as if to fill a pot with water. The swans fluttered around her, and on the other side of the figure, wings could be seen pushing from her back. Next to her on the bank lay a child bundled up. My mother used to take me here when I was little, Silennia said quietly, touching the seat of the fountain. She said I would appreciate it one day, since I hated coming here as a little girl. She frowned. I'm tired. It was abrupt, as if her emotions tugged on her hard enough to exhaust her. I certainly hope you aren't a rapist, she sighed. Because you're coming back to the apartment with me. At least to walk me there. She was most certainly not going to walk that far, or even take a cab. Not this late at night, when she was exhausted and still tipsy. The protective feeling Keiran emitted or at least, that Silennia felt made her feel safest with him.