Shard just grunted quietly at the wink; not impressed. Then again, it was unusual for her to display any form of emotion. She simply glanced out of the corner of her hidden eyes in Talon and Kit's direction; listening for a moment. She drew in an unneeded breath and exhaled slowly. Her thoughts swirled with no indication of what exactly it was she was thinking of. She finished her drink and ran her nail along the top ring of the glass. Flirtation; how quaint. Her lips parted slightly and she pushed herself back from the bar, moving slowly through the crowd of conversing 'patrons' and down the eastern wing to turn down the corridors. As company faded into a distant murmur, she brought a key to the left door at the end of the hall, pushing it open to slip inside.  Once safely within the small room she locked the door behind her and pulled off her cloak. 	She caught her reflection in the mirror.<br/><br/>â€œYou come here too often,â€ Seni's voice quickly approached as he unmelded himself from the stone wall. â€œEvery time you do there is a chance that Quissera might notice your presence. Never mind the fact that you haven't changed your perfume in decades.â€ His cool green eyes flashed over her.<br/><br/>â€œWell, I'm quite fond of roses...â€ she flashed a bitter smile as she started to remove her clothes. Seni promptly turned around finding something on the floor that was far more interesting to look at then the naked woman behind him. Her body was perfect as if it was a masterfully crafted sculpture. A large tattoo of a rose creeped up the right side of her ribcage.<br/><br/>â€œYou really have to start warning me when your going to do that,â€ he coughed under his breath. â€œI'm just a man you know. I can't block my emotions like you damn seraph.â€<br/><br/>â€œYes wellâ€¦ou know what emotions can do to us. Look at Qui; he's letting his emotions start to control him. He'll be unstoppable soon; his rage will consume him.â€<br/><br/>â€œAnd when he finds you what happens then?â€ Seni checks over his shoulder as he feels the soft touch of her hand on her shoulder.<br/><br/>â€œFight to the death? Kiss an make up? Ah, perhaps I shouldn't put it like that...â€ she says furrowing her brow and glancing at Seni.<br/><br/>â€œAfter all these years it still never ceases to amaze me how nonchalant you can be about these things. Apocalypse eminent? Oh well, at least let me water the garden...â€<br/><br/>â€œYou all take for granted what's before you. Not you specifically, just people in general. If the apocalypse is coming you should be damn sure I'm going to make sure the garden gets watered and appreciate the things that I have; and not covet all that I want.â€<br/><br/>Seni shakes his head, and with a sigh accepts that he would never be able to fully understand her. The only one that could, well, that was an entirely different story. He takes a seat in the dilapidated chair in the corner. â€œYou could stop this. I never asked you, why you don't? Why don't you kill Genesis and be done with it. Take the throne.â€<br/><br/>She turned back to the mirror looking at the dull red glow in her eyes.  â€œI'm not the one that is meant to kill her. Not all mistakes can be rectified by the teacher, Seni. I know my place in this battle; and I shall be only where I belong.â€<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>The door slammed shut behind the resistance leader as he stalked into his room. His mood had not pervaded through to the masses in the open. It did; however, catch Kenjaâ€™s eye. The tan-skinned, light haired girl leaned back on the bed with her hands folded neatly. Her violet eyes watched him pace back and forth in the room. He always got that way after the meetings; like a caged animal. As he looked at her, she twitched at the look in his eyes. He slowly turned his head towards her.<br/><br/>â€œAre you still afraid of me, even after these last two weeks?â€ he asked calmly, but the lingering rage was hot on his breath.<br/><br/>â€œYes.â€<br/><br/>â€œGood,â€ he went back to pacing. That was that. The two didnâ€™t normally have much conversation. It was either listening to him rage or touching more physical subjects. She knew that he didnâ€™t love her; and didnâ€™t care; just a replacement for another within his mind. Kenja wasnâ€™t as lucky as Qui to be able to remain so unattached and she had grown quite fond of him. It was this feeling that was slowly building itself up within that caused her to speak.<br/><br/>â€œI canâ€™t begin to understand you,â€ she remarked softly, looking over towards him. He paused in his step and turned to face her. â€œYouâ€™ve told me the story; about what stipulations were set. If itâ€™s forbidden then no amount of pining can ever change that. You can go through life miserable or realize that there are other people around you.â€<br/><br/>â€œYou are growing attached,â€ he said observantly placing one hand on the wall and leaning over  the bed slightly.<br/><br/>â€œItâ€™s not thatâ€¦â€<br/><br/>â€œYou are a terrible liar,â€ he remarked quietly, and crawled into bed with her. That was that. Perhaps there would be other conversations later. Then again, she was a terrible liar.<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>It wasnâ€™t long before Seni reemerged from the side wing and back into the main area. His eyes scanned over the crowd as his thoughts dwelled on Shard and the things that she had said. Even one who has lived as long as he never could fully wrap his mind around either Shard or Quisseraâ€™s thoughts. Eitherâ€™s reasoning never seemed to coincide with what a normal person would deem as logical reasoning. He had concluded that it must be a difference in the wiring of the brain or perhaps it was merely a difference in perspectives. Either way; he was silently grateful that Shard was only a minor headache instead of the enormous migraine that would have come from courting that woman. The only reason he could tolerate her at this point was having known her for so long. She became far less eerie once you knew what was underneath the cloak; and she wasnâ€™t so unaware of her own body to start changing in front of you.<br/><br/>His face flushed only slightly as he eyed the seat that she had been sitting in; still gloriously empty. He made his way back over to the bar.