He idly touched the raven feather to his lips, tickling the supple skin as he watched Miss Vice disappear into the busy street of the Row below. Violet eyes had watched with mild curiosity the woman that had carried a feather he had so randomly given to her … months ago. Or had it merely been weeks? It felt like months.
Theron supposed that was what he got when he sat idly as a raven on that cart. He had tried to insult the woman but she had seemed all too amused by his antics. Figures that was what he got when he was trying to be a jerk, someone thought it endearing. Though at this point, it seemed that it had worked to his advantage. It had given him a plaything and an opportunity.
Cocky little thing, she was.
The soft flutter of wings and the sudden weight to his shoulder did not even make him budge. Rose, his familiar, landed on his shoulder with ease. The perch he now preferred over looked the infamous Murder Row, giving him the ability to spy and people watch at his leisure. Though … it had been Miss Vice that had inhabited the space before. You have a strange way of sharing.
“Come Rose. We have been challenged to a hunt and I intend to collect.” He brushed the feather over his naked cheek before it was tucked into a small satchel at his waist. The mask was replaced back over his face and suddenly, violet shadows had licked at his form until he was the exact replica of his familiar.
Together, they headed back to his flat. A pair of ravens exiting Silvermoon.
That night …
He stood before the altar, the familiar feather in his hand. He had given it to her and she had carried it as her possession. Now, he had taken it back but she still claimed ownership of it. This was her second mistake of the night. The ebon plume was raised over the open flame of the nearest candle, a quick spell written for a quick haunting. As the flame licked over the plume, he turned it upright and spoke clearly and with intent.
In waking hours let her see black,
Haunt her with ravens in her vision
Give her no rest, give her no slack,
Until she is on the edge of contrition.
Drown her ears with sounds of ravens cawing
Let her see them in shadows and night.
Heed my word until I come calling,
She is safe only when I deem it right.
This is my will so let it be.
Silence followed as his will was exerted over the spell. He would hear her cry if ever she called out for mercy. Only then would he consider finding her and giving her relief of her haunting. Maybe.
High above Silvermoon she perched like some creature with wings. In silence he came, covered by the fluttering of wings she likely heard on her own. He too, perched for a long time, watching her though he was likely thought of as another hallucination of hers. Only when curiosity got the best of him did he come closer, using the very shadows of the verandas and balconies to shift between the avian form and the Sin’dorei she had met about a week ago.
The soft wisps of violet coiled around him, clinging to him as if letting go of him was a chore. Slowly, they cleared up until they only lingered around his shoulders and around his eyes. He bore the crimson, brown and gold leather armor that was the customary of him as he roamed Silvermoon. His boots made an ever so soft shuffle upon the ground, showing himself and remaining just out of reach.
“Miss Vice. You promised me a hunt and here I am, finding you without a chase.” Violet eyes settled over her haphazard appearance, silently judging but he was sure that the woman did not care. The small smile that quirked a corner of his mouth was hidden behind his mask but one could almost make it out underneath the cloth. With his presence, the phantom ravens would cease their activity. The sounds of their cawing and fluttering of wings had also mysteriously stopped. Before her, stood what one could only surmise as a King among the feathered fiends.
“But perhaps we should go to a more private setting, no? There are shadows that lurk within shadows that listen for no other purpose but to sell information.” He extended a hand to her, friendly in his movements but there was a certain predatory lethality that lingered in the glint of his eyes.
Well, I ran passed the most attractive boy today. Unfortunately I was concentrating on not passing and looking really unattractive so we didn't stop to introduce ourselves, meet each other's parents or propose or anything, but I have high hopes to pass him at around 4pm tomorrow and see where our whirlwind romance takes us
The best times I have with my friends is when we're driving somewhere late at night and we're just blasting Disney music like we want people on the other side of the state to hear this shit.
