A sky colored in several shades of greys and blues towered over the city scene; wispy clouds taking on silly shapes that children were getting entranced by. The faint melodies of native birds could be heard in the distance but the Majesdanian paid no mind to this. His eyes were cast downward as strands of blonde locks partially obscured his vision. Silver absentmindedly focused on the sound of their footfalls – estimating their time of arrival. As the pair neared their destination and moved further away from the police station, the screeching car horns and mindless chatter ceased. A steady silence befell them – the amount of bystanders dwindling significantly. If this had been a planned visit to Earth, he might have taken a moment or two to admire the scenery. Though this wasn’t planned and Silver couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that situated itself deeply in the pit of his stomach.
It was the growing paranoia that caused his gaze to linger on the shadows. Silver half expected the darkness to animate itself – intent on spreading their corruption to this world as well. Placing an unspoken enchantment over the rundown building, Silver stared blankly at the decrepit home. How anyone could live in such a hazardous place was beyond him but he voiced no concerns. He could only imagine what consequences he’d receive with a slip of the tongue. From the outside, the Den – as his Chosen seemed to refer to it as – gave off the impression of something being reclaimed by the earth. The once grand mansion was in a complete state of disrepair. It reminded him of an abandoned war shelter. Rubble of all shapes and sizes were littering the cracked stone pathway. Vines appeared to be obscuring any natural light from seeping into the building itself and weeds were scattered throughout the property. Without the proper care, Silver was sure it would run itself into the ground in a few years.
Dutifully following behind Aurora past the once glossy double doors, Silver’s pianist worthy fingers traced the indentations of the plastered walls. The interior of the Den was clearly worse for wear. The amount of damage that had accumulated over the years was apparent – making Silver question the lifestyles of those who lived in it. As if on cue, his mind began conjuring up images of Aurora struggling with her addictions. His blood ran cold. Alcohol and drug abuse. A voice in his mind echoed as he pulled away from the wall. A noticeable amount of grime coated his fingertips but he made no move to wipe it off. The dirt was smeared over his cream colored skin and he almost chuckled sardonically at the irony. You’re no better than she is. You’re just as tainted in your own sins.
“My name is Silver,” he answered with a smile playing on his lips. He exuded a friendly demeanor; however, his mind was reeling – plagued with memories of a much darker time in his life. Silver could almost feel the pain constricting in his chest but he did his best to ignore it. He couldn’t let these kinds of thoughts consume him; not while in the presence of Aurora. It would be careless and problematic – mixing his personal life with his professional one. Silver had long since come to understand that, once any type of emotion came into play, situations spiraled out of control. He had spent so long detaching himself from everything and everyone that he didn’t expect this to be any different.
Though, to be fair, Silver certainly hadn’t expected this. It took him several seconds to register the fact that his Chosen was now pressed against him and, by then, it was far too late. Had he not been frozen in a state of shock, Silver was sure he could have somehow avoided the position he was finding himself in now – Aurora hovering over him with his back against a worn out sofa. Silver raised an eyebrow at her. His facial expression was calm; though, if Aurora examined his eyes closely, she was bound to see a mix of confusion and annoyance. “You’re invading my personal space,” he murmured – annoyance having won out and throwing a chink in his armor of sorts.
“Are displays of affection common with all those residing on Earth or are you the exception?” Instead of receiving a response to his questions, Aurora moved away from him and momentarily out of his line of sight. Silver ran a hand through his tousled hair. Muttering a string of expletives under his breath, he took a few deep breaths to steady his now erratic heartbeat. I refuse to ever speak of this experience again.
Straightening himself out and returning to his usual mask of composure, Silver analyzed her now forlorn expression and sighed. His mind raced to thoroughly examine the events leading to this moment; hoping to receive some sort of clue about the dismal air surrounding her. “It’s not the house. I’m just not used to people invading my personal boundaries. I’m sorry.” Aurora’s mood showed no signs of lifting at his apology and Silver could only stand stoically before her – no concrete solution to the looming problem making itself known to him.
“Go with me then.” His voice was slightly above a whisper as he spoke. He could find no smoother way to transition into this conversation and, as comforting gestures were foreign to him, now was as a good a time as any to explain to her. Glancing at her hand – still steadily resting on the metal handle – Silver slowly placed his own on top. “We have to go to Nevermore. You're one of the Chosen.”
It was the growing paranoia that caused his gaze to linger on the shadows. Silver half expected the darkness to animate itself – intent on spreading their corruption to this world as well. Placing an unspoken enchantment over the rundown building, Silver stared blankly at the decrepit home. How anyone could live in such a hazardous place was beyond him but he voiced no concerns. He could only imagine what consequences he’d receive with a slip of the tongue. From the outside, the Den – as his Chosen seemed to refer to it as – gave off the impression of something being reclaimed by the earth. The once grand mansion was in a complete state of disrepair. It reminded him of an abandoned war shelter. Rubble of all shapes and sizes were littering the cracked stone pathway. Vines appeared to be obscuring any natural light from seeping into the building itself and weeds were scattered throughout the property. Without the proper care, Silver was sure it would run itself into the ground in a few years.
Dutifully following behind Aurora past the once glossy double doors, Silver’s pianist worthy fingers traced the indentations of the plastered walls. The interior of the Den was clearly worse for wear. The amount of damage that had accumulated over the years was apparent – making Silver question the lifestyles of those who lived in it. As if on cue, his mind began conjuring up images of Aurora struggling with her addictions. His blood ran cold. Alcohol and drug abuse. A voice in his mind echoed as he pulled away from the wall. A noticeable amount of grime coated his fingertips but he made no move to wipe it off. The dirt was smeared over his cream colored skin and he almost chuckled sardonically at the irony. You’re no better than she is. You’re just as tainted in your own sins.
“My name is Silver,” he answered with a smile playing on his lips. He exuded a friendly demeanor; however, his mind was reeling – plagued with memories of a much darker time in his life. Silver could almost feel the pain constricting in his chest but he did his best to ignore it. He couldn’t let these kinds of thoughts consume him; not while in the presence of Aurora. It would be careless and problematic – mixing his personal life with his professional one. Silver had long since come to understand that, once any type of emotion came into play, situations spiraled out of control. He had spent so long detaching himself from everything and everyone that he didn’t expect this to be any different.
Though, to be fair, Silver certainly hadn’t expected this. It took him several seconds to register the fact that his Chosen was now pressed against him and, by then, it was far too late. Had he not been frozen in a state of shock, Silver was sure he could have somehow avoided the position he was finding himself in now – Aurora hovering over him with his back against a worn out sofa. Silver raised an eyebrow at her. His facial expression was calm; though, if Aurora examined his eyes closely, she was bound to see a mix of confusion and annoyance. “You’re invading my personal space,” he murmured – annoyance having won out and throwing a chink in his armor of sorts.
“Are displays of affection common with all those residing on Earth or are you the exception?” Instead of receiving a response to his questions, Aurora moved away from him and momentarily out of his line of sight. Silver ran a hand through his tousled hair. Muttering a string of expletives under his breath, he took a few deep breaths to steady his now erratic heartbeat. I refuse to ever speak of this experience again.
Straightening himself out and returning to his usual mask of composure, Silver analyzed her now forlorn expression and sighed. His mind raced to thoroughly examine the events leading to this moment; hoping to receive some sort of clue about the dismal air surrounding her. “It’s not the house. I’m just not used to people invading my personal boundaries. I’m sorry.” Aurora’s mood showed no signs of lifting at his apology and Silver could only stand stoically before her – no concrete solution to the looming problem making itself known to him.
“Go with me then.” His voice was slightly above a whisper as he spoke. He could find no smoother way to transition into this conversation and, as comforting gestures were foreign to him, now was as a good a time as any to explain to her. Glancing at her hand – still steadily resting on the metal handle – Silver slowly placed his own on top. “We have to go to Nevermore. You're one of the Chosen.”