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May. 25th, 2016
It’s late when the text message arrives. Sometime after Midnight, if Viatorus can make out the clock on his phone through sleep-laden eyes.
I did it. I did it!
A few minutes later, a second text message follows up the first.
Are you awake? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. But if you’re up, can I see you? I need to show you!
Normally, Amelia would be much more respectful of someone’s sleep schedule, but tonight is not a night for that. Not now that she’s used magic, not now that she’s figured out how to keep from burning her notebook to ashes while she writes down everything she’s thinking and feeling in the moments the magic happens. Viatorus encouraged her to learn, to face her fears, and now she wants to show him that she has.
I did it. I did it!
A few minutes later, a second text message follows up the first.
Are you awake? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. But if you’re up, can I see you? I need to show you!
Normally, Amelia would be much more respectful of someone’s sleep schedule, but tonight is not a night for that. Not now that she’s used magic, not now that she’s figured out how to keep from burning her notebook to ashes while she writes down everything she’s thinking and feeling in the moments the magic happens. Viatorus encouraged her to learn, to face her fears, and now she wants to show him that she has.
Into the serpent's den [Tagging Darien]
May. 25th, 2016 08:08 pmIt's not often that Amelia's so intrigued by someone she meets out and about in the Nexus that she agrees to offer advice and opinions to them - ones that would mean something, at least - but something about the newcomer has drawn her in. His unusual manner, his tall stature, and all the subtle signs that he isn't quite what he seems trigger her curiosity, ask her to follow up with him to learn more.
Darien's card is turned over again and again in her fingers as she stands outside the building. She's not nervous, really, but she feels the need to be more cautious. The man said he was setting things up - would he even be ready for her visit? On top of that, what exactly could she expect of his offer to teach her about the sense of touch that would take away her discomfort with it? Both curious questions, both demanding of answers that could only be found inside.
Putting away the card in a pouch on her belt, Amelia steps up to the door and knocks. She's toned down the weapons today, having only a few daggers laced into her boots this time around to avoid any suspicions about her intents. The corset, pants, and long sleeves have all stayed, though, as the reasons behind them will never fade from her skin.
"Hello? My name is Amelia. I'm here to see Darien, if he's in."
Darien's card is turned over again and again in her fingers as she stands outside the building. She's not nervous, really, but she feels the need to be more cautious. The man said he was setting things up - would he even be ready for her visit? On top of that, what exactly could she expect of his offer to teach her about the sense of touch that would take away her discomfort with it? Both curious questions, both demanding of answers that could only be found inside.
Putting away the card in a pouch on her belt, Amelia steps up to the door and knocks. She's toned down the weapons today, having only a few daggers laced into her boots this time around to avoid any suspicions about her intents. The corset, pants, and long sleeves have all stayed, though, as the reasons behind them will never fade from her skin.
"Hello? My name is Amelia. I'm here to see Darien, if he's in."
