Post by Xavier Darnai on Jun 26, 2014 20:12:40 GMT
Obvious Illusion: She would drive him crazy. She would do it on a daily basis, perhaps. The woman who stood in the middle of the lobby seemed to be quiet at peace. Her restful face was almost a rouse for the thoughts inside her head. From past to present, she'd antagonize the man. Men. Or all those in between. She stood wearing a dress, casual grey for the evening that was ruched at her hips and slit up both sides just past her knee. Upon her feet were those typical summer wedges, corked and the hemp like straps across toes that even looked manicured - that was, when she moved. Her attention seemed to be taken with the ceiling for the moment. She stood holding her clutch, which was an evening piece of attire and slightly metallic in nature. That tall model-esque appearance to the Toreador certainly seemed to be making his security guard nervous, sweating, and fumbling over his phone system. 'Ah, just a minute miss. He's.... I'm trying another number.' The man took his hanky and wiped his brow. Reader turned and dipped her chin. That free hair tumbled in lanky curls down her back, and she seemed to give the officer a look impatience. "No need. The man must be busy." And of course, Reader had managed to come from one more date - maybe. Or an evening event - or a fundraiser - or a who knows what. She started to tip her chin back, looking to the ceiling again instead of making her expected exit.
Xavier Darnai: The soft ding of the elevator door sounded off and out he stepped into the open lobby, immediately spotting Reader there at the counter. He had heard the line ringing on his way out of the condo but paid little attention to it, as a matter of principal anyone who truly needed to get his attention knew better ways to do it. Xavier was an oddly positioned individual to be in such demand by so many and in regular contact with so few. Slowly the man crossed the open lobby, the sound of his footfalls easy to catch in the echoed acoustics. He was dressed to his typical, but this particular suit seemed to have a touch more flare than so many of his others. A deep, dark red, almost crimson mixed with just a touch of black, and a silver vest beneath the jacket. He wore a black shirt underneath it, the collar done sharply with a tie of the same material of his vest. Raising a brow as he crossed towards her, he slid his hands into the pockets of the dark slacks, stopping near the counter as he sized her up. "I imagine you can stop trying to ring me now, neh?"
Obvious Illusion: Even the soft sound of the elevator opening and the obvious footfalls of the man did not yet take her attention off of the ceiling. Of course, though, Reader did not resemble a blonde airhead that popped her gum and looked as if she were high on drugs or her mother's pain pills as she stared upwards, either. Instead, she took a breath. She let those lungs inhale as the sheath like presentation of that black maxi dress slide across her skin and seemed to caress her flesh. She tilted her chin down finally. Her hair was all too happy to bobble forward, touching along her shoulders and swaying together as her gaze settled upon the finely dressed man. She ate him up. The security guard just swallowed a little nervously, the addition to the air around them was a little salty while the phone clattered back into it's rightful place. "It's Wednesday." That was all she said. In truth, technically, it was Thursday morning. But, she ignored that bit of knowledge and said it as if she expected him to question why - or what he had forgotten. And in truth, Reader just said it. It was a fact. It wasn't a destined day. She just told him ... it was Wednesday. The corner of her mouth tilted into a bit of a smile as her pale, slightly pink face looked at him expectantly.
Xavier Darnai: With a quiet scoff of laughter, he gave a barely appreciable nod before taking a few more steps forward and hooking his arm. It was evident that the security guard-- albeit able bodied and good at his job --was not socially suited to deal with how awkward this little gathering might have been. All of their tenants were particularly reclusive, but they occasionally had guests. The same could not be said for Mr. Darnai. Leaving it out for her to take, he pulled his brows up and drew in a breath. "It is, isn't it. Suppose it's a good thing I'd thought to make sure the car'd be about, neh?" Even in her rather delectable evening wear he had no doubts that she would be able to keep up with his stride as he made his way out of the lobby and into the cool night air and much to the isolationist relief of the security guard who could go back to waiting for nothing to happen all evening. "You're becoming quite the habit, love. People're going to talk." Dry British wit, it was hard to miss in that accent.
Obvious Illusion: There was something about the Toreador that seemed to stalk her. There was an ever present air of mystery that she tried to keep subdued and hidden away behind her smile or her bright eyes. Where moods hung around upon her shoulders - for that evening she seemed to be pretty light and weightless. So, she turned as he walked passed her, following with only a moment's step behind him. The security guard look relieved. As if he didn't want to throw out a powerful looking female with a clenched jaw and a daggered look the first few minutes that she stood there staring at him - telling him that Xavier should be made aware of her visit. As if, he wasn't expecting her. And, he wasn't. She just showed up. She as just in the neighborhood - not really, but it was alright. So, she lifted her fingers and settled her touch to his forearm of his right arm upon the jacket. Luxury at its finest. A slight sound of approval came from within her throat as she nodded. "Nothing else to do on a Wednesday night than sit at home, watch cooking channels, read romance novels, and maybe attempt to indulge one's self in some relief. Would you rather I go home?" She asked, arching a brow at him curious to know if he'd rather not have company.
Xavier Darnai: "If I'd rathered that I likely wouldn't've come down now, would I." His collection of custom tailored suits was hard not to notice it seemed, and he did make sure not to repeat them terribly often. This one was not one he wore out often, it had once been reserved for public engagements and board meetings. Certainly among his fanciest, even if it wasn't his personal favorite, it did a fine job of maintaining his own air of professionalism. Attitude was not something that seemed to stalk Xavier, no he had the issue of being followed by far more than just a presence of being. He seemed to reserve that presence for actual stalkers. Though he had no complaints about this particular one, even if Reader managed to put whole new points of consideration in whatever evening he did have planned. Spontaneity was not something he was accused of often, after all. Rounding the grassy knoll towards where the vehicles were parked, he looked to her briefly. "So, dinner, then drinks, or should we throw caution to the wind entirely."
Obvious Illusion: "Would you?" She canted her head to him, arched a brow and took in the look upon his face. She took a deep breath, settled into pace beside him. Her knees would come into view every few steps, the slit upon the side hems allowing those smooth legs freedom. She bothered not to say too much. No. She just inhaled deeply the evening air and took his companionable silence well. Those eyes were bright. They were interesting in terms of wandering just what was on his mind until he opened up next. There was a smile. "Dinner, drinks, caution. All of it." She sent a wink his way and the wedges gave Reader no pause as she walked in them as well as she would any heels. "All before sun up, I say." Because then she would turn into a pumpkin.
Xavier Darnai: "Town won't know what hit it." Grinning a bit as he lead her towards the luxury two seater sports coupe, done in red and black, he took her to the left side and reached for the door. Tugging at the handle, he pulled the door open for her. The windows were pitch black, hiding the shockingly clean white leather interior of the car. It seemed that he had a place in his life for the more modern trappings after all. Ushering her into the seat, he closed the door after her and made his way around to the driver's side on the right, climbing in as well. Starting up the car, it barely let out a humming purr, there was no roar or show of power to try and turn heads, screaming out that he might have been compensating for a low opinion of self worth. "So tell me, Reader, where should we go about our whirlwind?" Sun up would of course be a hard prerequisite for the both of them. Xavier had no desire to turn into a cooked pumpkin either.
Obvious Illusion: She folded herself carefully into that car. There was a smile to the man after she let go of his arm and before he managed to shut the door. She didn't bother securing a seat belt. No, at times it was much easier for her in a crash to let that immortal body land how it liked and recover from their instead of restrained and possibly burning. So, she took a moment as that gown fell open, exposing that toned right leg - the length of it certainly exemplified by the heels upon her carefree sandals that evening. "Hmm... I don't know. Where were you headed?" That was, as if he was headed anywhere exciting. Her barely makeup covered face took in those skills he had behind the wheel and the beautiful leather interior - white - at that, is what had her roaming her hands across the console to the door.
Xavier Darnai: "To an entirely unpleasant meeting with a pair of Romanians who weren't likely to enjoy the rest've their own evening." The vehicle backed away from the lot smooth as silk, pulling around and sweeping out onto the road. Reader was not the only one who did not bother with a belt, though likely for different reasons. It would take a great deal of force to put either of them through the illuminated windshield of the front of the Bishop, but he was far more confident of his ability to avoid a crash at high speeds than was probably safe or sane. "Fancy little restaurant in down town, sort've place that typically requires months've advance notice or the purchase of an exceptionally expensive bottle've wine. But I imagine it'd be dreadfully boring to watch me work."
Obvious Illusion: "Maybe I could make that meeting a pleasant one for you, then." She gave him an evil grin and a wag of her eyebrows in pure playfulness. Of course, she certainly seemed to be a little better that evening. There was no down turned mouth or pout to her face. Her lips held a tint of pink that wasn't smothered in lipstick, but instead gloss. "I wonder if this fancy little place has cheesecake." She mulled the very thought over. She didn't ask him what his expectations of the meeting were. She didn't even care to know more about the pair of Romanians. No, instead, she wondered if there was cheesecake. And the wine he spoke of sounded heavenly. Then again, she wondered about the steak at that. Or, if there was steak. Maybe it was more of a seafood affair. She looked out the window now, casually as if it were her middle name and allowed him to take that speedometer even higher without a cautious shriek peeling from her lips to slow down. "Not too boring." She finally fessed up, as if it would possibly fodder her imagination more.
Xavier Darnai: "I've no doubt they'd rather see you at the table than me." He knew what they were coming to ask, and he knew that they were not going to like his answers. On the whole the dinner was little more than a way to hopefully avoid gun play right off the bat. Unfortunately they were short sighted about the possible outcomes. Reader was free to wonder about the menu of the overly pompous five star restaurant while he played out chess with the Romanians instead, contemplating the boards and pieces that would be laid out over the next few months. The digital readout on the windshield read freeway speeds even on the surface streets while very keen eyes watched ahead for cross traffic. Most of the lights were easy to catch at this time of night, but the few that weren't were sparse enough to run. Once they hit the limits of the city, he would drop to more reasonable speeds, but they had plenty of time for that. Not too boring. It caused a brow to raise as he temporarily held off on the thought of the games to come, turning his head to watch her looking out the window for a moment.
Obvious Illusion: "A pretty woman with nothing to do and no where to go and wishing to be entertained by a man and his business dealings? I'd like to say I wouldn't interrupt your business just to spend an hour or two with you, but we both know prerogatives change." She wasn't being malicious. She wasn't being a catty bitch. She wasn't throwing a fit that she was going with him to meet these Romanians and let him has out his business. Instead, she looked forward to it. She gathered a deep breath and let the sights and colors swirl outside her window and whisk past before the eye could almost comprehend what it was that it was seeing. Tiny little muscles here and there sent her signals to readjust. To reposition. Long legs in that sporty car were only good perhaps for so long as she shifted her position and bent the knee to her left that had been somewhat straight after all. A lick to her lower lip and she gave him a smile. No, she didn't show it to him, it just curled ever so lightly upon her lips.
Xavier Darnai: "I won't pretend it isn't a touch odd to hear you're willing to sit through it, love. Most don't even want to know what I do, let alone witness it." Looking back to the streets, he prepared to take a corner at proper speeds. The car handled itself well, not so much a squeal of tires, and he managed the speed of it well enough to keep either of them from rocking to the side. "They tend to be happy with their imagination, painting me as some sort've power grabber'n greedy violence monger. Imagine if they knew exactly what I was at they'd start keeping their distance. Nobody likes a bloody monster."
Obvious Illusion: "We are all monsters." She said to him quietly, as if she expected his rebuttal. In truth, she sat there quietly. She looked deadly almost, with her thoughts to herself. Her eyes settled on the picture before her now, moving through the windshield at lightening speeds and she didn't even bother to encase her voice in burden or something vile. No... They were all monsters of one kind or another.
Xavier Darnai: "Some've us more than others by a good stretch." It was something he thought about often, trying to decide where the line was. There were always excuses and explanations, saying someone couldn't help but be what they truly were, but the fact was that there were plenty that chose to become that way, to make the very willing step into horrendous behavior. Others still chose to act in terrible ways in the belief that it made them righteous, and he was of the strong opinion that there was no difference between the sides. The scales came out unbalanced because nothing was ever even, not because one was intrinsically better or worse. "I've seen men unaware of what goes bump in the night make themselves worse butchers than some've the bloody vampires I know. Takes all sorts really."
Obvious Illusion: "It takes a motivator. It takes things like greed, guilt, or revenge too." She would have shook her head, looking out the passenger window now. Of course, it wasn't long before she turned her head to him. Before she gathered herself up enough to turn completely to him in an angle of her hips. She sat back further in the seat, as if to regard him with a careful eye. "Time can only tell, I feel." Lifting her hand, she brushed her fingers back through her loose hair. The very length of it practically curled itself at her hips while she rearranged the part. Reader didn't play with her hair much. No - some loved it. The lengths, the different color, the thick texture of it. Sometimes it was fun to pull, sometimes it was fun to touch. It served its purpose and she really didn't know why she kept it as long as she did. Even the few long layers were still to her lower back. "Time, I suppose. We see everything in time."
Xavier Darnai: "Some're monsters just for the sake've being monsters. Others because they think it's expected of them, and some because it's a necessity to their survival." Down the stretch of road there were more signs of life, people gathered on the side of the road, towncars and taxis picking up or dropping off socialites and those too inebriated or rich to find their way home of their own accord. The speed of the vehicle dropped to a reasonable measure, one less likely to draw attention needlessly. As a rule, Xavier did not use valet parking, more for the safety of the valet than the safety of his vehicle. Luck was generally with him however, and he was able to find a space on the side of the walk that made for an easy pull-up. The Bishop was parked and shut down before he looked to her again. "Well, let's go make two men who'd be happy to take my head off utterly jealous've what's on my arm."
Xavier Darnai: The soft ding of the elevator door sounded off and out he stepped into the open lobby, immediately spotting Reader there at the counter. He had heard the line ringing on his way out of the condo but paid little attention to it, as a matter of principal anyone who truly needed to get his attention knew better ways to do it. Xavier was an oddly positioned individual to be in such demand by so many and in regular contact with so few. Slowly the man crossed the open lobby, the sound of his footfalls easy to catch in the echoed acoustics. He was dressed to his typical, but this particular suit seemed to have a touch more flare than so many of his others. A deep, dark red, almost crimson mixed with just a touch of black, and a silver vest beneath the jacket. He wore a black shirt underneath it, the collar done sharply with a tie of the same material of his vest. Raising a brow as he crossed towards her, he slid his hands into the pockets of the dark slacks, stopping near the counter as he sized her up. "I imagine you can stop trying to ring me now, neh?"
Obvious Illusion: Even the soft sound of the elevator opening and the obvious footfalls of the man did not yet take her attention off of the ceiling. Of course, though, Reader did not resemble a blonde airhead that popped her gum and looked as if she were high on drugs or her mother's pain pills as she stared upwards, either. Instead, she took a breath. She let those lungs inhale as the sheath like presentation of that black maxi dress slide across her skin and seemed to caress her flesh. She tilted her chin down finally. Her hair was all too happy to bobble forward, touching along her shoulders and swaying together as her gaze settled upon the finely dressed man. She ate him up. The security guard just swallowed a little nervously, the addition to the air around them was a little salty while the phone clattered back into it's rightful place. "It's Wednesday." That was all she said. In truth, technically, it was Thursday morning. But, she ignored that bit of knowledge and said it as if she expected him to question why - or what he had forgotten. And in truth, Reader just said it. It was a fact. It wasn't a destined day. She just told him ... it was Wednesday. The corner of her mouth tilted into a bit of a smile as her pale, slightly pink face looked at him expectantly.
Xavier Darnai: With a quiet scoff of laughter, he gave a barely appreciable nod before taking a few more steps forward and hooking his arm. It was evident that the security guard-- albeit able bodied and good at his job --was not socially suited to deal with how awkward this little gathering might have been. All of their tenants were particularly reclusive, but they occasionally had guests. The same could not be said for Mr. Darnai. Leaving it out for her to take, he pulled his brows up and drew in a breath. "It is, isn't it. Suppose it's a good thing I'd thought to make sure the car'd be about, neh?" Even in her rather delectable evening wear he had no doubts that she would be able to keep up with his stride as he made his way out of the lobby and into the cool night air and much to the isolationist relief of the security guard who could go back to waiting for nothing to happen all evening. "You're becoming quite the habit, love. People're going to talk." Dry British wit, it was hard to miss in that accent.
Obvious Illusion: There was something about the Toreador that seemed to stalk her. There was an ever present air of mystery that she tried to keep subdued and hidden away behind her smile or her bright eyes. Where moods hung around upon her shoulders - for that evening she seemed to be pretty light and weightless. So, she turned as he walked passed her, following with only a moment's step behind him. The security guard look relieved. As if he didn't want to throw out a powerful looking female with a clenched jaw and a daggered look the first few minutes that she stood there staring at him - telling him that Xavier should be made aware of her visit. As if, he wasn't expecting her. And, he wasn't. She just showed up. She as just in the neighborhood - not really, but it was alright. So, she lifted her fingers and settled her touch to his forearm of his right arm upon the jacket. Luxury at its finest. A slight sound of approval came from within her throat as she nodded. "Nothing else to do on a Wednesday night than sit at home, watch cooking channels, read romance novels, and maybe attempt to indulge one's self in some relief. Would you rather I go home?" She asked, arching a brow at him curious to know if he'd rather not have company.
Xavier Darnai: "If I'd rathered that I likely wouldn't've come down now, would I." His collection of custom tailored suits was hard not to notice it seemed, and he did make sure not to repeat them terribly often. This one was not one he wore out often, it had once been reserved for public engagements and board meetings. Certainly among his fanciest, even if it wasn't his personal favorite, it did a fine job of maintaining his own air of professionalism. Attitude was not something that seemed to stalk Xavier, no he had the issue of being followed by far more than just a presence of being. He seemed to reserve that presence for actual stalkers. Though he had no complaints about this particular one, even if Reader managed to put whole new points of consideration in whatever evening he did have planned. Spontaneity was not something he was accused of often, after all. Rounding the grassy knoll towards where the vehicles were parked, he looked to her briefly. "So, dinner, then drinks, or should we throw caution to the wind entirely."
Obvious Illusion: "Would you?" She canted her head to him, arched a brow and took in the look upon his face. She took a deep breath, settled into pace beside him. Her knees would come into view every few steps, the slit upon the side hems allowing those smooth legs freedom. She bothered not to say too much. No. She just inhaled deeply the evening air and took his companionable silence well. Those eyes were bright. They were interesting in terms of wandering just what was on his mind until he opened up next. There was a smile. "Dinner, drinks, caution. All of it." She sent a wink his way and the wedges gave Reader no pause as she walked in them as well as she would any heels. "All before sun up, I say." Because then she would turn into a pumpkin.
Xavier Darnai: "Town won't know what hit it." Grinning a bit as he lead her towards the luxury two seater sports coupe, done in red and black, he took her to the left side and reached for the door. Tugging at the handle, he pulled the door open for her. The windows were pitch black, hiding the shockingly clean white leather interior of the car. It seemed that he had a place in his life for the more modern trappings after all. Ushering her into the seat, he closed the door after her and made his way around to the driver's side on the right, climbing in as well. Starting up the car, it barely let out a humming purr, there was no roar or show of power to try and turn heads, screaming out that he might have been compensating for a low opinion of self worth. "So tell me, Reader, where should we go about our whirlwind?" Sun up would of course be a hard prerequisite for the both of them. Xavier had no desire to turn into a cooked pumpkin either.
Obvious Illusion: She folded herself carefully into that car. There was a smile to the man after she let go of his arm and before he managed to shut the door. She didn't bother securing a seat belt. No, at times it was much easier for her in a crash to let that immortal body land how it liked and recover from their instead of restrained and possibly burning. So, she took a moment as that gown fell open, exposing that toned right leg - the length of it certainly exemplified by the heels upon her carefree sandals that evening. "Hmm... I don't know. Where were you headed?" That was, as if he was headed anywhere exciting. Her barely makeup covered face took in those skills he had behind the wheel and the beautiful leather interior - white - at that, is what had her roaming her hands across the console to the door.
Xavier Darnai: "To an entirely unpleasant meeting with a pair of Romanians who weren't likely to enjoy the rest've their own evening." The vehicle backed away from the lot smooth as silk, pulling around and sweeping out onto the road. Reader was not the only one who did not bother with a belt, though likely for different reasons. It would take a great deal of force to put either of them through the illuminated windshield of the front of the Bishop, but he was far more confident of his ability to avoid a crash at high speeds than was probably safe or sane. "Fancy little restaurant in down town, sort've place that typically requires months've advance notice or the purchase of an exceptionally expensive bottle've wine. But I imagine it'd be dreadfully boring to watch me work."
Obvious Illusion: "Maybe I could make that meeting a pleasant one for you, then." She gave him an evil grin and a wag of her eyebrows in pure playfulness. Of course, she certainly seemed to be a little better that evening. There was no down turned mouth or pout to her face. Her lips held a tint of pink that wasn't smothered in lipstick, but instead gloss. "I wonder if this fancy little place has cheesecake." She mulled the very thought over. She didn't ask him what his expectations of the meeting were. She didn't even care to know more about the pair of Romanians. No, instead, she wondered if there was cheesecake. And the wine he spoke of sounded heavenly. Then again, she wondered about the steak at that. Or, if there was steak. Maybe it was more of a seafood affair. She looked out the window now, casually as if it were her middle name and allowed him to take that speedometer even higher without a cautious shriek peeling from her lips to slow down. "Not too boring." She finally fessed up, as if it would possibly fodder her imagination more.
Xavier Darnai: "I've no doubt they'd rather see you at the table than me." He knew what they were coming to ask, and he knew that they were not going to like his answers. On the whole the dinner was little more than a way to hopefully avoid gun play right off the bat. Unfortunately they were short sighted about the possible outcomes. Reader was free to wonder about the menu of the overly pompous five star restaurant while he played out chess with the Romanians instead, contemplating the boards and pieces that would be laid out over the next few months. The digital readout on the windshield read freeway speeds even on the surface streets while very keen eyes watched ahead for cross traffic. Most of the lights were easy to catch at this time of night, but the few that weren't were sparse enough to run. Once they hit the limits of the city, he would drop to more reasonable speeds, but they had plenty of time for that. Not too boring. It caused a brow to raise as he temporarily held off on the thought of the games to come, turning his head to watch her looking out the window for a moment.
Obvious Illusion: "A pretty woman with nothing to do and no where to go and wishing to be entertained by a man and his business dealings? I'd like to say I wouldn't interrupt your business just to spend an hour or two with you, but we both know prerogatives change." She wasn't being malicious. She wasn't being a catty bitch. She wasn't throwing a fit that she was going with him to meet these Romanians and let him has out his business. Instead, she looked forward to it. She gathered a deep breath and let the sights and colors swirl outside her window and whisk past before the eye could almost comprehend what it was that it was seeing. Tiny little muscles here and there sent her signals to readjust. To reposition. Long legs in that sporty car were only good perhaps for so long as she shifted her position and bent the knee to her left that had been somewhat straight after all. A lick to her lower lip and she gave him a smile. No, she didn't show it to him, it just curled ever so lightly upon her lips.
Xavier Darnai: "I won't pretend it isn't a touch odd to hear you're willing to sit through it, love. Most don't even want to know what I do, let alone witness it." Looking back to the streets, he prepared to take a corner at proper speeds. The car handled itself well, not so much a squeal of tires, and he managed the speed of it well enough to keep either of them from rocking to the side. "They tend to be happy with their imagination, painting me as some sort've power grabber'n greedy violence monger. Imagine if they knew exactly what I was at they'd start keeping their distance. Nobody likes a bloody monster."
Obvious Illusion: "We are all monsters." She said to him quietly, as if she expected his rebuttal. In truth, she sat there quietly. She looked deadly almost, with her thoughts to herself. Her eyes settled on the picture before her now, moving through the windshield at lightening speeds and she didn't even bother to encase her voice in burden or something vile. No... They were all monsters of one kind or another.
Xavier Darnai: "Some've us more than others by a good stretch." It was something he thought about often, trying to decide where the line was. There were always excuses and explanations, saying someone couldn't help but be what they truly were, but the fact was that there were plenty that chose to become that way, to make the very willing step into horrendous behavior. Others still chose to act in terrible ways in the belief that it made them righteous, and he was of the strong opinion that there was no difference between the sides. The scales came out unbalanced because nothing was ever even, not because one was intrinsically better or worse. "I've seen men unaware of what goes bump in the night make themselves worse butchers than some've the bloody vampires I know. Takes all sorts really."
Obvious Illusion: "It takes a motivator. It takes things like greed, guilt, or revenge too." She would have shook her head, looking out the passenger window now. Of course, it wasn't long before she turned her head to him. Before she gathered herself up enough to turn completely to him in an angle of her hips. She sat back further in the seat, as if to regard him with a careful eye. "Time can only tell, I feel." Lifting her hand, she brushed her fingers back through her loose hair. The very length of it practically curled itself at her hips while she rearranged the part. Reader didn't play with her hair much. No - some loved it. The lengths, the different color, the thick texture of it. Sometimes it was fun to pull, sometimes it was fun to touch. It served its purpose and she really didn't know why she kept it as long as she did. Even the few long layers were still to her lower back. "Time, I suppose. We see everything in time."
Xavier Darnai: "Some're monsters just for the sake've being monsters. Others because they think it's expected of them, and some because it's a necessity to their survival." Down the stretch of road there were more signs of life, people gathered on the side of the road, towncars and taxis picking up or dropping off socialites and those too inebriated or rich to find their way home of their own accord. The speed of the vehicle dropped to a reasonable measure, one less likely to draw attention needlessly. As a rule, Xavier did not use valet parking, more for the safety of the valet than the safety of his vehicle. Luck was generally with him however, and he was able to find a space on the side of the walk that made for an easy pull-up. The Bishop was parked and shut down before he looked to her again. "Well, let's go make two men who'd be happy to take my head off utterly jealous've what's on my arm."
