"Fina? It's ready. For a test drive... err. Flight."
“A test flight? My, my…you never quite cease to amaze with your technological wonders. If I had another lifetime, I don’t think I’d be able to see them all. Then again… you’ve spent a lifetime learning haven’t you?” The Seraph chuckled softly as she leaned back in her chair. A kick of one lever locked the door behind him and another shined the lamps upon the ceiling and cast the whole room in a soft light.
Fina wondered at all the time that had passed between since they had met. One year, the waters were infested with sharks after the scent of fresh spilt blood. The frenzy had long since ceased as sand filtered through the hourglass of months. The game was young then. Pawns were laid on the table and traded for neat objectives, squares on a grid worth innumerable lives. That was, if she hadn’t kept count. Slowly, that tainted blood that filled their veins was diluted.
Years later, they stood linked with brittle handshakes in one hand and hidden daggers in the other. That liquor of life concentrated with greed in those hearts that remained. Still, here Felix was, in her office instead of she in his, but it wasn’t plays of power that intrigued her. It was what he had lost and gained to be here. He’d freed his own soul from the devil, turned back his cursed deal. Yet, here he was bargaining with a lesser ‘fallen angel’ so to speak. What drew him back to this den of misery and deceit? The unspoken answer was what held her interest.
She chided herself. Idle thoughts were for idle minds and bodies without a day’s purpose. Now was a time of business and innovation, implications saved for the end of the night. The Seraph uncrossed and recrossed her legs as she leaned her elbow to rest upon the lacquered surface of her desk.
“So… tell me, Felix, what will you need to test the apparatus. I would hope that we see Daedalus escape the Labyrinth of his own doing rather than Icarus and his prideful folly. You, Zaun, and I? My, my… you would make a wonderful poet…” Again, honey laughs pass her lips as her eyes smile instead of hidden lips. Then, her voice softens.
“Truly I do. Felix, my Daedalus. Fly and leave your foolish Icarus to her fall. Perhaps I will learn to swim the bay to find you when the waters are calm.”
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