He did not react to those words. Over the years he had served many masters, each who could provide what he needed at the time that he needed it. Money wasn't the only comfort he sought, most likely the least of interest in actuality. But those with the power to keep him invisible to the world and beyond? They bartered a price he would not refuse. He was strategic in his contracts, accepting those that provided the most secrecy--his and theirs. After all, in hell, they could even hear whispers.
He knew about the shadows. All too well. They belonged to a clan. But that did not mean they were commanded by them. Like others...like him, they took contract work as well or were ordered to. After all, shadows make the best spies.
"Keep your money. I did not barter for that." No. But for a ritual item that would finally seal the door that was ripped open to the Otherworlds? Yes. He did. And to keep Selene alive would mean that he would not get it. That last piece of the puzzle that would put an end into a nearly century old conflict that he had kept to himself once that it was thought to be over. The Historian was a keeper of history, of voices. However, one of those voices was not his own. It whispered. Plotted. Threatened and cajoled. It was a shadow too...for now.
His reflection look sullen in the window he peered out of. Help her?
The sigh strained his throat. He slid a finger along the mouth of the box but did not open it. Instead, he struggled to understand what was happening. She had pulled her arms around him. It was unexpected to him although he did not move away. It felt familiar and comforting in one way. In a way that was bad for someone trying to annex anything to do with the coven or fami--members.
But it felt like family. The last strand of something that was never forgotten. He wrapped his arm over her hand and gave it a little squeeze. It felt slightly mechanical but it was an effort well worth battling through.
His billowy laugh rang amused and hollow through the room. "I suppose that is another way of telling someone that'd you would like to see them in their coffin." He was joking. "And look where that sort of thinking got William." A memory so old that it was a mere page in his mind. Turning, his hands reached out to hold her shoulders and gently rubbed them under the pads of his thumbs.
It was a bittersweet moment. A moment where an burying of the past was announced without saying a word. But what that really meant to a man who had willingly given up humanity? Only time knew.
"I am to meet my contact upon the third night after the full moon if I were to succeed. There are ways to capture shadows...the problem is...they obviously don't talk." He thought on that a moment. "At least not to me."
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Date: 2011-08-21 09:35 pm (UTC)He knew about the shadows. All too well. They belonged to a clan. But that did not mean they were commanded by them. Like others...like him, they took contract work as well or were ordered to. After all, shadows make the best spies.
"Keep your money. I did not barter for that." No. But for a ritual item that would finally seal the door that was ripped open to the Otherworlds? Yes. He did. And to keep Selene alive would mean that he would not get it. That last piece of the puzzle that would put an end into a nearly century old conflict that he had kept to himself once that it was thought to be over. The Historian was a keeper of history, of voices. However, one of those voices was not his own. It whispered. Plotted. Threatened and cajoled. It was a shadow too...for now.
His reflection look sullen in the window he peered out of. Help her?
The sigh strained his throat. He slid a finger along the mouth of the box but did not open it. Instead, he struggled to understand what was happening. She had pulled her arms around him. It was unexpected to him although he did not move away. It felt familiar and comforting in one way. In a way that was bad for someone trying to annex anything to do with the coven or fami--members.
But it felt like family. The last strand of something that was never forgotten. He wrapped his arm over her hand and gave it a little squeeze. It felt slightly mechanical but it was an effort well worth battling through.
His billowy laugh rang amused and hollow through the room. "I suppose that is another way of telling someone that'd you would like to see them in their coffin." He was joking. "And look where that sort of thinking got William." A memory so old that it was a mere page in his mind. Turning, his hands reached out to hold her shoulders and gently rubbed them under the pads of his thumbs.
It was a bittersweet moment. A moment where an burying of the past was announced without saying a word. But what that really meant to a man who had willingly given up humanity? Only time knew.
"I am to meet my contact upon the third night after the full moon if I were to succeed. There are ways to capture shadows...the problem is...they obviously don't talk." He thought on that a moment. "At least not to me."