An almost frenzied air of excitement was present in the surrounding area as a pair of muted green orbs glanced at the crowd of curious onlookers. Silver released a low chuckle as they spoke in hushed whispers to one another and cooed at the display. He didn’t even have to analyze the tone of their voices to come to the conclusion that they were excited – their body language was that much of a dead giveaway.
The charged atmosphere was suffocating for Silver. It was as if his body was made of Teflon. No matter how much excitement radiated off the bodies of those around him, it never quite reached him – it would just bounce off and hit another unsuspecting victim. He hadn’t intended to be surrounded by this many humans. During his usual trips to Earth, he didn’t particularly mind their company – even interacting with them and occasionally enrolling in their universities. However, there was a storm brewing in Nevermore. He had left that world only several days ago but he could still feel the darkness seeping under his skin and the eerie chill in his spine. Silver had feared the worst upon landing on Earth; ultimately worried that the corruption managed to spread further out than the creator expected. Though he saw no significant change in the shadows, his fear didn’t falter in consuming his thoughts. It was nearly time – time for the Chosen to learn of their true heritage and fulfill their purpose.
Silver had been agitated ever since his arrival. His thoughts were becoming erratic and, despite never acting on them, he had once contemplated taking his Chosen to Nevermore without so much as an explanation. He shuddered internally even recalling it. One foolish notion was enough to last him a millennium. Turning his attention back toward the ever growing crowd, Silver gave off the appearance of a casual observer. His upper body was shielded by the shade of a nearby tree as he watched over Aurora.
Aurora. He liked to think that the name suited her, his mind immediately comparing her to the aurora borealis. Being a Majesdanian and a part of a family so connected to astrology, Silver found it amusing that the teenager’s name had something to do with the night skies. Yet, he wrote it off as a coincidence. He was skeptical when it came to the idea of fate or fated encounters. Spotting the familiar white streak of her hair, Silver shifted from his position on the wooden bench and stood – still careful not to draw too much attention. He had never once made himself known to her on his trips and he hadn’t intended to this time around either; although, it seemed like he would have to.
His gaze zeroed in on Aurora – who was yelling loudly into a small electronic device. Her attire was unusual but no longer surprised him. It was required in her field of work; although, Silver never really understood this profession. Modeling, they called it? He didn’t know whether or not they were meant to sell their bodies or something else entirely.
When she hung up and began to jog toward the nearby police station, he trailed silently behind her. He made it look entirely coincidental – like he just happened to be going in the same direction – and began whistling a familiar Majesdanian lullaby. He even made occasional stops to greet shop owners and feign interest in their products. As Silver laughed along with the elderly grocer, his eyes flitted back to Aurora. Could she make it anymore blatantly obvious? To his trained eyes, she gave off the impression of walking on air. He could only assume she was abusing her gifts again. Aurora was so troublesome when it came to her powers; not at all considering the consequences of using them out in the open. Silver could recall every time he was forced to cover for her without her knowledge.
Watching her figure disappear into the intimidating building, he purchased an apple from the man and bit into it. It felt like hours passed until she finally came out, accompanied by someone that Silver guessed was her friends. She keeps odd company. He waved goodbye to the shop keeper and moved forward – tossing the apple core into a trash can on his way toward them.
"You should be a woman but your beards do not allow me to interpret you as such."
“I look like a woman?” Silver teased, a pearly white smile encompassing his features. His serious demeanor was all but hidden under his practiced ruse as a charismatic University student. Running a hand through his platinum blonde hair, he tilted his head to the side and chuckled.
“Ah! It was the pretty model from before!”
“But who are those two guys next to her?”
“The blonde guy looks so cool. He has to be her boyfriend! I bet he’s a model too. They’re really beautiful. A model couple, can you believe it?”
“What’s up with that other guy?”
Silver only vaguely registered the conversations around the newly formed trio and internally sighed. He would have to find a way to get Aurora to ditch her friend and go with him elsewhere. A private conversation wouldn’t be best in this environment.
The charged atmosphere was suffocating for Silver. It was as if his body was made of Teflon. No matter how much excitement radiated off the bodies of those around him, it never quite reached him – it would just bounce off and hit another unsuspecting victim. He hadn’t intended to be surrounded by this many humans. During his usual trips to Earth, he didn’t particularly mind their company – even interacting with them and occasionally enrolling in their universities. However, there was a storm brewing in Nevermore. He had left that world only several days ago but he could still feel the darkness seeping under his skin and the eerie chill in his spine. Silver had feared the worst upon landing on Earth; ultimately worried that the corruption managed to spread further out than the creator expected. Though he saw no significant change in the shadows, his fear didn’t falter in consuming his thoughts. It was nearly time – time for the Chosen to learn of their true heritage and fulfill their purpose.
Silver had been agitated ever since his arrival. His thoughts were becoming erratic and, despite never acting on them, he had once contemplated taking his Chosen to Nevermore without so much as an explanation. He shuddered internally even recalling it. One foolish notion was enough to last him a millennium. Turning his attention back toward the ever growing crowd, Silver gave off the appearance of a casual observer. His upper body was shielded by the shade of a nearby tree as he watched over Aurora.
Aurora. He liked to think that the name suited her, his mind immediately comparing her to the aurora borealis. Being a Majesdanian and a part of a family so connected to astrology, Silver found it amusing that the teenager’s name had something to do with the night skies. Yet, he wrote it off as a coincidence. He was skeptical when it came to the idea of fate or fated encounters. Spotting the familiar white streak of her hair, Silver shifted from his position on the wooden bench and stood – still careful not to draw too much attention. He had never once made himself known to her on his trips and he hadn’t intended to this time around either; although, it seemed like he would have to.
His gaze zeroed in on Aurora – who was yelling loudly into a small electronic device. Her attire was unusual but no longer surprised him. It was required in her field of work; although, Silver never really understood this profession. Modeling, they called it? He didn’t know whether or not they were meant to sell their bodies or something else entirely.
When she hung up and began to jog toward the nearby police station, he trailed silently behind her. He made it look entirely coincidental – like he just happened to be going in the same direction – and began whistling a familiar Majesdanian lullaby. He even made occasional stops to greet shop owners and feign interest in their products. As Silver laughed along with the elderly grocer, his eyes flitted back to Aurora. Could she make it anymore blatantly obvious? To his trained eyes, she gave off the impression of walking on air. He could only assume she was abusing her gifts again. Aurora was so troublesome when it came to her powers; not at all considering the consequences of using them out in the open. Silver could recall every time he was forced to cover for her without her knowledge.
Watching her figure disappear into the intimidating building, he purchased an apple from the man and bit into it. It felt like hours passed until she finally came out, accompanied by someone that Silver guessed was her friends. She keeps odd company. He waved goodbye to the shop keeper and moved forward – tossing the apple core into a trash can on his way toward them.
"You should be a woman but your beards do not allow me to interpret you as such."
“I look like a woman?” Silver teased, a pearly white smile encompassing his features. His serious demeanor was all but hidden under his practiced ruse as a charismatic University student. Running a hand through his platinum blonde hair, he tilted his head to the side and chuckled.
“Ah! It was the pretty model from before!”
“But who are those two guys next to her?”
“The blonde guy looks so cool. He has to be her boyfriend! I bet he’s a model too. They’re really beautiful. A model couple, can you believe it?”
“What’s up with that other guy?”
Silver only vaguely registered the conversations around the newly formed trio and internally sighed. He would have to find a way to get Aurora to ditch her friend and go with him elsewhere. A private conversation wouldn’t be best in this environment.