Fall 59th, 514AV
evening
evening
Surprise.
There was something in the air. It was one of those nights when he got a feeling that something will happen. He could chalk it up to his usual paranoia, greatly amplified by his new duties but it was more like a hunch. Moretti's hearth danced and sent waves of heat to crash upon his face. The bottle of fine wine stood beside him and the glass was emptied. Perhaps he should indulge a little more. Or stop it right there. Moretti was easy with him and very willing to offer his new bodyguard a taste of anything exquisite he'd come across. Perhaps it gave him some sort of amusement to initiate a brute into the finer aspects of life. Daegron would never know, as with Moretti's friendly expression, it was impossible to read his thoughts. Or it was the old man's way to soften him up in order to be able to present him in front of his boring business friends. More like vultures and less than friends they were, but he got to sit in all those comfy seats, revel in a few sips of deliriously expensive vintage, enjoy art while ignoring those self-serving and pompous comments that everyone had. The old man was spoiling him and he didn't mind at all. As a matter of fact, he loved every single moment of it.
"now he speaks"
"now he thinks"
The magic:
now he shapes his flesh
now he is using the flux
mesmerize hypnotize
The collective:
indulgence
a being of chaos
benevolence
