Thread: Midnight Angel: The Tale of Starcrossed Love (Cittàgazze and LithiYum)

Life was many things, there seemed to be many different forms. However, for this woman, there was only here and now. It was all she cared to focus on. Perhaps, in an earlier time, there had been more to her, something that held some kind of significance, that gave her vibrancy. However, she'd cast that piece of herself aside. It was no longer a suitable way to survive. She traded warm smiles for stoic expressions. She traded the warmth of affection for the harsh reality of a woman closed off to the rest of humanity. Closed off was safe. And in her line of work... it was effective. It was how you survived. Moreso under the thumb of Warden. The man dealt with dangerous things, seeking to leak his empire where ever his influence could stretch. Apparently, there was to be a rather important gathering today. Although nothing more than that had been said, Aurora had been volunteered to stand at his side as his witness, a member of his family. This being said, Aurora was fairly certain the only reason he would have a woman at his side during any kid of gathering was as a distraction. And Aurora, herself, was quite distracting. She had olive colored skin, matched with crimson eyes and platinum blonde hair. As light as the sun itself. Her figure was kept at it's athletic best, as even as a woman she would at times be in the line of battle. She'd had a few kills under her belt, although she was more akin to the stealth kills, the one to call when you absolutely wanted to make sure that no one saw it coming. Perhaps that was the reason she was here with him. However, she'd wiped all that clean from her mind as she noticed Daziel seated not far from Warden. This was much deeper than she had previously assumed, as the two familias did not often wish to be under the same roof unless necessary. They had a rather... loose alliance with one another, had co-existed peaceably despite all of Warden's nagging and bitching about what should and shouldn't be. The woman was stiff, even as she was directed to take a seat. He'd been lavish with her this morning, bathing her in fine oils, having her hair tied up in elegant braids so that it did not fall around her breasts. A white dress hugged over her form, neither formal nor casual in nature. It was relatively low cut, revealing the curved tops of sizable breasts and relatively decent in length, as it stopped just a few inches short of the top of her knee. However, there was a slid that ran along the right thigh, stretching nearly high enough to reveal the woman's unmentionables should she move too unfavorably. Expensive white stilettos clung to her feet, opened toed and laced about her ankle. She had been relaxed, more or less, until the roar of hellfire reached her ears. Her gaze cast upwards. She had clearly sorely misunderstood the ramifications of this meeting. More importantly, she misunderstood the situation that she had allowed that bastard to place her in. Not that it was the first time he'd put her in a compromising position. And, if she lived to see the next, it likely would not be the last. Crimson eyes studied each more the male who seemed to drip from the ceiling made, as dapper as he himself was. The sickening sound of the afterbirth slapping against the floor had nearly caused the woman's upper lip to curl in disdain, but she had somehow managed to house her distaste for the display. That was truly all this was. At least, she'd assumed so, but as the gate was formed, that certainty began to waiver. At the mention of a drink, the Warden glanced towards her. Naturally, he wouldn't allow anyone else to fix him anything he would ingest, after all. There were very few people in the room who wouldn't have benefited from his death. And so, stand she did, moving towards the necessary area to fix his drink of choice. And once this was done, she returned to his side, setting the drink before him and settling back down in her assigned seat. It was then that he'd pushed the glass towards her. The blank expression twisted into something that could have almost mirrored amusement as she took the glass in her hand, fearlessly taking a rather heavy sip before moving the glass back towards him. Pity that after all this time, you don't trust me. She commented, letting her hands fall into her lap as she crossed her legs, one after the other. Or perhaps it is you do not trust them, and I am merely expendable... I'm wounded. Of course, this was a sizable amount of sarcasm, one that the woman was known for, and one that Warden often discarded. If the woman hadn't been as useful as she had been the last few years, it was likely that he would have already discarded her for a.... newer model. Eyes shifted now, resting on the standing male. Daziel must have been serious to call him. And this being said... Aurora was certain she knew what was happening here. A war was in the brink. Here there would either be an olive branch extended... or Warden would sign the fate of hundreds of innocent lives, caught in between the two families. Not that it was the first time it'd happened, but regardless.