Damon held his station outside the room, by the window, with little effort. He never gave way to emotion, for he didn't feel it often. That was his choice. But, that didn't mean he was ignorant.
He felt the rushes, the conflict, pain, so much sheer pain...imploring in Aria, his voice and tone and posture. And he smiled darkly. Of course he would love that animal. But he didn't know how twisted such a love was.
He didn't deserve to learn this way, however. Casually, he observed the guards, paying off one from the shadows to stealthily follow him home, see he got there safe.
Then, he slipped into Narim's quarters, compelling his new 'bride' with Glamour so as not to be disturbed. He sat in the private chamber as if he owned it and waited, back to the door, pouring a drink. At least the wine was good.
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that SOB! /pissed off again, reading this in the morning...and Damon is cool as usual
Date: 2011-08-05 10:55 am (UTC)From:He felt the rushes, the conflict, pain, so much sheer pain...imploring in Aria, his voice and tone and posture. And he smiled darkly. Of course he would love that animal. But he didn't know how twisted such a love was.
He didn't deserve to learn this way, however. Casually, he observed the guards, paying off one from the shadows to stealthily follow him home, see he got there safe.
Then, he slipped into Narim's quarters, compelling his new 'bride' with Glamour so as not to be disturbed. He sat in the private chamber as if he owned it and waited, back to the door, pouring a drink. At least the wine was good.