Stalking Shadows

The way his voice echoed off the walls, made it sound rhythmical in a sense- deep baritones seeping into every corner of the catacomb, until it faded off into the eerie silence. The only sound other than their breathing was the light trickling of water somewhere in the distance, adding to the uncanny feel of the scene. She must have already been on edge- the way she turned to face him, slow and hesitant, as if she was expecting a ghoul to be standing in his place. When their eyes met, there was an undeniable tension that formed in the space between them- whether it be because of the small space, the unsettling atmosphere, or the fact that they were hidden from the rest of the word - he wasn’t sure. Perhaps, an even mix of it all.

She breathed out his name in a quick exhale, stunned by his sudden appearance in the most arbitrary of places. And as she took a step forward, he fought back the impulse to rush after her- the musculature beneath his pelt tensing, as he leaned harder into the stone wall. “Exploring?” He said, echoing her words, while maintaining their tense eye contact. “Well, it looks like you’ve seen it all.” He motions towards the wall at her back with a flick of his snout. "Anything of interest?” Part of him cared to know if there were treasures here- the other part, just wanted to keep her engaged. And after she replies, he follows up with, "Do you feel content with your... discoveries? Really, he was pointing out this unforeseeable circumstance- the two of them alone, without another soul in sight.

Aurelia could say or do whatever she wanted down here- vent about Sephiran, reveal suicidal ideations, hell, try to kill Rhazien where he stood. But what else formed in the dark corners of her mind, he wondered? What… fantasizes, hid behind locked doors?  

"Speech"