<span style="color: #408080"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">The Flashback<br/></span></span></span><br/><br/><ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;">The raven haired one watched as the woman picked up her cell phone and headed towards what could be the bathroom. He smiled to himself and shook his head, bitting on the inside of his mouth. Azure orbs scanned the room again as he heard the water running and a delightful scent of a body wash came to stir up his senses. <br/><br/>Suddenly, there was <span style="font-style: italic">silence</span>. <br/><br/>Solas pushed his head back, settling the back of his head against the top of the leather couch.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #408080">Let me help you, Fallen....I can take away the pain...</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"Pardon me?"</span></span> The man shifted his head to the right and looked toward where he thought he heard the voice came from, thinking it was Millicient. He slowly lowered his eyelids down in confusion, pupils enlarging as he put himself in the same position he was in a few seconds ago; back of his head resting against the top of the couch, eyes focused on the ceiling.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #408080">Do as you know, sir. Drop the bodies...make my work easy, then I can reward you.</span></span><br/><br/>His throat tightened, heart began to race. He pulled himself to his feet; the palm of his left hand came to rest on his forehead, slowly making its way to the back of his neck. He glanced around him, not really understanding where the voices were coming from. He shook the entangled thoughts away and found himself stepping forward towards where the child was resting peacfully. He moved slowly, with certain steps, in the direction of the bed then quietly sat down on its edge. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #408080">Don't. I implore you, do not enter that place...you know better.</span></span><br/><br/>The Fallen winced in response to a sharp pain in his head. It felt as though someone hammered a nail into his forehead. He ignored the pain and looked at the child, forcing a smile that came out as tremulous. His digits reached up, pulling out a silver necklace from under his buttoned shirt and removed it from around his neck. Solas looked down at it - one single silver cross hanged from it. The cross in question had engravings on each side in a language long forgotten. He placed the necklace on the child's chest and rose to his feet. <br/><br/>His skin heated and his feet felt numbed. The man exited the child's room in hurried steps and forced himself to step towards the windows. He looked down at the passenger with deep shallow breathing and his eyes fixated on the form of one particular passenger. He recalled seeing her in Manhattan when he happened to be walking past a <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Flower Shop</span></span>, on <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Canal Street</span></span>. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #408080">Do not add to the darkness by inviting Magick.</span></span><br/><br/>Solas pulled away from the windows and headed towards to door. As soon as he placed a hand on the doorknob, he groaned aloud in pain, holding white cataract-like eyes shut as he arched away from a cold touch on his back - the touch of a memory he had tenaciously pushed away throughout centuries, to the point where he completely forgot the memory ever existed - Until <span style="font-style: italic">today.</span><br/><br/>His earthly body crashed against the door with a violent force and fell to the ground whilst a cerulean energy took one spiritual angelic form and stood still in the center of a highway, exposed to urgent, oncoming traffic. The form floated slowly in mid-air while tall buildings and this modern civilization's creations shattered around him, then time lurched backwards with a step-wise approach as two dimensions collided. The process shape shifting back and forth into different time periods, each one ended up returning to its own past, allowing a dark, obscure time period to take shape and form around the spiritual nude form of the Fallen.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">...<br/><br/>A frown momentarily faltered across his lips as he noticed the ears of his Stallion tipping forward and stiffening. All of a sudden, a body in flame erupted out of nowhere. ''O Heavens!'' The raven haired one gasped, glancing over at his companion as their Stallions kicked, tails switching and heads rose higher. Sir Turbertus placed a hand against the side of his beast and he could feel the muscles tensioning and the rapid breathing emitting his ride. Solas dismounted his Stallion and began scratching the terrified beastâ€™s neck as this last slowly began to lower his head in submission, taking a deep sigh. Glancing around, Solas groaned and snorted in disgust, eyes quickly flickering forward. Their hands instinctively clung to their swords; the two men began marching toward the crime scene, leaving their stallions behind as to not alert the foe; if there was any left.</span></span></ul><br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hbdBbmKEH3c"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/hbdBbmKEH3c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">Flashback instance</span>-<span style="color: #FFBF40">Next post in 'In The Cave' // Endless Night</span><span style="color: #FFBF80">[Medieval Setting]</span>