<div style="background-color:#001224; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://orig02.deviantart.net/47f3/f/2015/364/8/8/words_by_subtle_war-d9m133n.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="background-color:#8FB9e3; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:black; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:black; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><div style="background-color:#001224; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:black; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://orig00.deviantart.net/c3c1/f/2015/364/4/6/ben_barnes_shadowed_4_by_subtle_war-d9m155f.png">[ img ]</a></div></div></div></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Adriellavar Zahar Ryany wasn’t a very unusual man to be a Guardian. One of the chosen few who walked the mortal planes to insure the supernatural didn’t spill forth into the galaxy and wreck everyones day. Well Adriellavar, or Adriel as most knew him, wasn’t much for picking fights or looking for trouble. Sure he did his job and he did it well, but he was much more laid back then most. Preferring to speak with the supernatural community rather then just up and hate them all. He didn’t lump them all together and call them evil. Sure there were some who were evil and some who were vastly more then that, but to Adriel they were still beings with life within their veins. They deserved a chance. He wanted to give that to them. Even if there really wasn’t any reason for him to. He’d grown up in a rather normal place and had seen every walk of life as a silent shadow. He’d always been a silent shadow observing, quiet, unimposing, pensive. He could walk unseen amongst a crowd and that suited him just fine. The shadows always had eyes. It was the one simple truth his life revolved around. Nothing was black and white to Adriel.</div></td></tr></table><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">The slight chill of outside air required a light jacket or sweater to make the walker comfortable on this clear beautiful night. Adriel liked these nights best. It wasn’t cold enough to merit his much thicker leather jacket he found sometimes hindered his movement, but it wasn’t warm enough to merit a t-shirt that would expose his tattoos to the world and had at times required him to apply some makeup to them to avoid them attracting attention when he did not want them too. Three thick bands of black ink walked along his forearm above each was a series of ancient glyphs. One for the past, one for the future, and one for the present. The three fates. His hand went absently to them as it so often did as he walked. Every glyph had a purpose of course, and to use them he’d have to draw from his own energy or use a channel. He was a sorcerer of some power after all. Around his neck hung a thick leather cord with a single medallion that rested against his chest. The cold iron and gentle weight reminding him of the protective charms that always offered him a somewhat though hide. Yah ok who was he kidding, that just meant he didn’t break so badly when beaten to a pulp.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">His trek to the club wasn’t as long as he’d expected from his apartment or maybe he’d walked faster. Tonight would be Iris’s performance and he always did enjoy watching those, even if they did dull his senses. Then again he usually went to the club to feel dull and normal. Just another guy. Not so alone and not so very different. Not just a guy looking through a glass that ever separated him from the world. Not that he could complain. He’d had a good life, better then most, and he loved his job, most days anyway. Just some days, like this one, were lonelier then others. Most days he enjoyed the perfect serenity of his home, not today. It was just silence and echoes there.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">So here he was dressed in his typical black t-shirt, worn jeans and a brown sweater walking down the street towards a forbidden club. He smiled playfully and ran his hand through his dark hair a moment before pushing the door open. He felt the chill unwelcoming press of the air around him and wanted to laugh. The danger and promise of escape mixing together to form an almost euphoric mix. Yah this was what he needed. His walk down the long hallways seemed to take forever, he yearned for the warm comfort of the room beyond. Knowing what lay ahead and yet dreading the walk to it. The gentle warmth that would take all his cares away.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">The sharp silence chilling him deeper then his senses. Steeling his breath and making him mildly claustrophobic he wished the hallway to end. What felt like forever as panic threatened to make him scream he reached the next doors. His hands trembling ever so slightly he pushed the doors open and stood basking in the difference before him. The warmth, the scents, the light. He shivered and hurried in. Drawn by the need to be inside and away from the hallway. Needing the solace of the noise. Hating how much he craved this. It was like a drug to him. The way this place could play with emotions he rarely felt. He closed his eyes and drifted through the crowds in slow swaying movements. Enjoying the flow and ebb of the power this place held. He felt his body respond to the ambience even as he heard the warnings inside his mind. He didn’t care. This place held release, an escape. Oh how he needed this.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">He found himself at the bar and leaned casually against it. <span style="color: #8FB9e3">”A rum and coke on the rocks,”</span> the softly spoke words left his lips with a light accent that seemed to roll the r’s a little too much and emphasize the vowels just slightly more then was normal.  He spoke softly, but even in this place the bartender was able to hear him. It wasn’t hard really. He has a rather deep baritone and his voice tended to sound louder then it really was. He didn’t have to wait long before the drink was set on the bar before him.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">His face turned as he saw the lights dim. He smiled drawn towards the stage. His hand closing around his drink he drifted to the fringes of the crowd that gathered. Still able to perfectly see the dark curtain contrasting the pale alabaster of skin that peeked through as she passed through it’s rippling portal. The effect was breath taking and he could barely breath let alone think as he laid eyes on the Siren before him. She was so gorgeous to his eyes he wanted nothing more then to touch her. He could feel the warning in his mind again, but ignore it. This was why he’d come. To hear her. To see her. To taste the peaceful release of loneliness. Just for a moment. He knew her as Lux, as Iris too, but he could never forget her, yet even his memories seemed so lacking when he looked upon her now. A friend she was, an ally anyways, in his mind he hoped for friendship if nothing else. Well he was male he couldn’t help the physical response her beauty drew from him.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">As she started to sing he felt his knees weaken from the pleasure of her voice. He shook ever so slightly refusing to draw the power of his charms to block the spell woven about him. Allowing his mind to sink within her embrace. He closed his eyes. Unaware that he even drank as he swayed slowly to the music. Letting the peace of the moment fill him. So soon it was over. So soon he wished he could turn back time. Too soon. He craved more. His glass empty as his heart he set it down and gave her a gentle smile as she nodded at him. Her song had been the very drug he’d sought with so much need that it terrified him. He could never let her know just how much power she had over him. If anyone knew, he would be killed or worse. This was in no way legal. He wasn’t suppose to allow anyone to have sway over him, let alone a supernatural creature, but she was so much more to him then that. He trusted her. Something rare even for him. He closed his eyes and gathered himself. Willing his emotions under control. Pulling his thoughts together slowly. Recovering.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">With slow deliberate steps he walked down the hall towards her dressing room. So familiar a path he walked it without even looking. She was still toying with his emotions deep inside his mind even though he pushed all that down. Forced calm into his thoughts and drew ever so lightly upon the charm around his wrist. Drawing clarity and calmness from the jewel etched with runes he’d formed for this exact purpose. His mind finally calmed and steadied, thoughts returning to normal flow. Purpose. His face a blank mask with nothing but the faint smile to show what he thought or felt. She could never know the sway her song could have over him. Or why he kept coming back. Regardless of anything and everything else, she was an ally and often shared useful and valuable information with him. Tonight he came for this. He told himself firmly. He’d come only for information. It was a lie, but it was necessary.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">He arrived at the door and knocked waiting for her to answer before he would go in. He did not want to intrude upon her privacy. He always prided himself on being a gentleman. Or at least he tried anyways, he was male so he couldn’t always help how his body responded to physical attraction. Even if he could control his actions and words, sometimes even his thoughts. He always was polite regardless. It was one of the things that served him so well in his life.</div></div></div><div style="background-color:black; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><dl class="codebox"><dt>NOTES | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="background-color:black; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:#001224; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:black; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:black; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #e3b98f">TAG:<br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=463">@Asteria</a><br/><br/>OUTFIT:<br/><a href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c2/b3/2d/c2b32da235ae7dcbec568c3113c2cf8f.jpg"><img alt="Image" src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c2/b3/2d/c2b32da235ae7dcbec568c3113c2cf8f.jpg" style="max-width:700px; max-height; 700px;"/></a><br/></span></div></div></div></div></div></dd></dl></span></span></div></div></div></div>