<ul><span style="font-family: new Times Roman;">The man paused in front of the door and took in a deep breath. Getting to know Isolde was entirely a different experience and quite a pleasant one to say the least, but every good story had an ending and tonight, Solas needed to speak his goodbyes before leaving to New York where the <span style="font-style: italic">Grand Prix</span> was going to take place.<br/><br/>He was certainly not going to leave without answers; for he needed answers to questions concerning his past. A past which was once doomed to hide in the shadows for ages, irrevocably altering his future on this earth.<br/><br/>Millicient and her daughter's presence could be felt from behind the closed entrance of the apartment. The man pulled out his hands from inside the back pockets of the pair of grey jeans that covered his legs and slowly, he raised a hand and knocked on the door. The sudden contact with the wooden surface caused the door to swing open a little bit.<br/><br/>Raising a quizzical eyebrow, Solas pushed the door completely open and peeked inside. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"Hello?!" </span></span><br/><br/>He moved inside with short, yet confident steps; and there he could see the woman, standing near the couch. The man positioned his form a few inches away from the entrance, not too sure how she handled his spiritual apparition moments ago. He did receive a signal of satisfaction from the woman, but the message was not clear enough. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''The.. door was open.''</span></span> He began, a low tone of voice emitting from his vocals as he approached the woman, quietly. <br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''I did not mean to come to interrupt you.''</span></span> He whispered, as to not wake up the sleeping child. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''My visit shall be short, you have my promise. I must leave to New York tonight. My flight is in two hours. But, I came to thank you for accepting my dinner invite this evening, and most importantly, to ask you something. Just, what exactly happened that night I fell in battle? Millicient, <span style="font-weight: bold">please</span>, you must tell me.''</span></span> The man slowly neared the woman, heart racing inside his chest. The memories of her and of distant chapters which he remembered this afternoon came to him in waves again. He advanced until he was standing near the table and about ten inches away from the leather couch.<br/><br/>The man knew, that there was more to his past with her than what he plans on learning from her tonight.<br/><br/>Solas turned his face to look at Millicient, heart aching while his eyes continuously mirrored the reflection of the moonlight. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"You look, pale. Have you fed yet?"</span></span> The Fallen drew a shuddering breath. Something did happen, something he could not remember, yet that same thing flared inside the earthly shell he inhabited, wreathing his body with an unholy craving..<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Desire.</span></span></ul>