in the middle of the night

*Valentine* · 11-15-2014, 10:11 PM

The fae's voice would dip to a whisper and without realizing it, Valentine's volume lowered to match hers. The walls around them amplified each sound made and the quietness of it all gave the atmosphere an intimate feeling, as if they were the only two souls in existence. Occasionally her steps would carry her too close to him and he'd be reminded of her nearness--a reminder that was not unwelcome.

The wisdom in her answer surprised him. He'd expected something a bit more playful and a bit less thoughtful. "Then you honor me with the opportunity to escort you." Valentine's toes brushed something laying across his path and he halted mid step. Massive neck craned out, nostrils twitching as he investigated the roadblock. The smell of decay swept over him, and while he couldn't tell what it had once been, he knew what it would be forever more: a corpse. He skirted the badly decomposed remains, tossing a comment over his shoulder as he did so. "Step lively."

Now, onto her question. "Honestly?" He inquired, not giving or even expecting a response before continuing, "I get bored." Valentine's shoulders rose and fell in a shrug Rhythm probably couldn't see. "It's not often that I come back to a place, but there's many opportunities to fail here. I like the challenge." And the risk.

"Speaking" -- "Thinking"

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