Thread: Playing the Game [ Chai & Razgriz ]

RE Playing the Game Ariamella Razgriz SiberiaColorado Springs, CO Early-mid November Ti voglio bene , Lorencio told his daughter, bending to kiss her cheek. Try not to cause too much trouble for Mr. Wolfswift, s ? Stella grinned in response, standing on her tip-toes so she could kiss his cheek in return. Mhmm... I'll try, but I'm not promising anything. Not that she planned to actively be a pain Ric's ass, but she did want her father to understand that she wouldn't change her life all because someone else's was tied to it, even if it was in the literal sense. Her father may not have thought so, but she was convinced she could take care of herself. Ti voglio anch'io. Ciao, pap , was her final goobye to him, then she watched as Lorencio wrapped a cloak around his shoulders and disappeared in a burst of white light, much like his arrival. How... flashy, Alexei commented, which made Stella roll her eyes. That pun was awful, she said, moving towards her new bodyguard and grasping one of his hands. Hey, keep everything in your pants. I'm only showing you the way home so that next time you can do all the work... My home, not my dad's. Well, it's your home now too, I guess. It was still weird to think about--not because it was specifically him living with her, but just that someone was moving in when she had spent so much time convincing her parents to let her live alone. The family villa was nice and all, but it was boring. Suffocating, even. God only knew how dreadfully monotonous her life would have been if she stayed in Italy... Yes, she thought to herself, having Ric as a bodyguard was completely worth it if it meant not having to return to Tuscany. Ite domum, she voiced aloud, looking back at the warlock one more time before a familiar sensation tugged at her abdomen, and after couple seconds of feeling like she was free falling, a slight breeze of cool air hit her face. Home, finally! Stella's violet eyes opened to clear, blue skies and the sun shining down, spreading warmth depite it being the the middle of November. It was 1 or 2 in the afternoon, oddly warm for that particular area and season anyway, making the already-thin layer of snow on the ground glisten with wetness as it slowly melted. Surrounding them were different varieties of pine, spruce, firs and junipers, filling the air with the scent of fresh evergreens. Above and to the right, a tall mountain disappeared up into a layer of clouds and fog, the rocky sides and snowy peak hidden from view. The young woman released the hand that she was holding then turned to Ric, flashing him the first genuine smile as she gestured to the house about 100 feet in front of them. It was only a two-story structure, large considering there was only one occupant, but beautiful and ostentacious in its design. It had all the charm of a mountain cabin yet also a modern architectural feel with the way the wood and stone exterior was paired with large windows. We're in Colorado Springs, just in case you were wondering, she told him, starting to walk forward to the front door. It's a little small compared to the villa, but I like it. Though the actual house was great, the thing she loved best was the location. It was her little personal bubble secluded in the foothills of Pike's Peak, hidden from the eyes of regular humans through a myriad of enchantments only those of magical blood could find her, but even then, most magicians who lived in the area favored living closer to Denver. Those who did live in Colorado Springs were mostly the younger generations and, more imprtantly, had no ties to the Council at all. It was her piece of paradise for her to enjoy. Stella unlocked the door, stepping inside the foyer and shivering as her body made the transition from cold to warm. The interior of the building was just as impressive as the exterior, the high ceilings and open floor plan washing everything in the yellow glow of the sun. Simple, modern, mostly white decor served as a healthy contrast against the dark brown wood floors that covered the entire first level while plush, off-white carpeted stairs led to the second floor. The girl prided herself on her home seeing as she was the one who had designed it top to bottom it was one of the only hobbies she had that didn't include magic, and it was obvious that she spend quite a deal of money, time, and effort into creating her dream home. She yawned and blinked a few times attempting to fight the heavy urge to sleep, but kept leading Ric around the house, at one point gesturing to the stairs and saying, The rooms are up there. You can have any which one you want, except mine. Because mine has the best view and biggest closet, and I kind of want those. They turned the corner and finally reached their destination an elaborate kitchen with state-of-the-art appliances. The kitchen as a whole wasn't something Stella used all that often, but what she did use often was the giant refridgerator nestled in the far wall along with an equally giant freezer. She pointed to the fridge tiredly. You said you wanted food, didn't you? Have at it. Ric might have been a Dreg, but she wasn't an ass. In fact Stella was more compassionate than most members of Society, but considering the circumstances in which they'd been thrown together, he wasn't fully welcome as far as she was concerned. Now if you don't mind, I'm tired as all fuck... The profanity had slipped from her mouth in her exhaustion--proof of the facade beginning to slip away now that she had no need for it--and too tired to walk up to her room, Stella dragged herself to the connected living room and collapsed on the couch, wrapping herself in the throw blanket before faling asleep.