<strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong>Delphine<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location:</span></strong>Her primary Haven/out and about in the city<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Time:</span></strong>Midnight<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Tagged:</span></strong>Alexander Shaw<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Della's home</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://deonswiggs.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/art-deco.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>"There is a chance that what I see could mean many things. After all, patterns do not build themselves but are laid out for the discerning mind, the lonesome will, to follow."</em>Slim fingers dipped the calligraphy pen into the ink well, a momentary stop stutter start before the words continued upon the page.<em>"Do I think that these omens mean anything? I am not yet sure, only that if I look long enough, hard enough, deep enough, I will find the basic thread that ties the fall of silverware with the ripples of my favorite lace curtains at 3 AM. There has to be a reason, doesn't there?"</em><br/><br/>The woman drew in a breath and blew it out upon the page, drying the ink so that she could close the small journal that housed her thoughts. Others would consider her hobbies, obsessions, trivial but she knew that it all meant something. It had to mean something, else what would be the point? Small hands closed the journal and placed it upon the shelf which held an even dozen of similar books, all filled with her thoughts over the past ten years. For the most part, reading through her books, only ever helped once in a great while. However, she knew that the patterns were important, even if she didn't know why.<br/><br/>Wide gray eyes focused upon the entrance to her small home just before the melodic strains of her door bell filled the silence. Rising from her seat by the fire, Delphine headed for the door, her small heels making tiny clicking noises upon the hardwood floor. Within moments, she reached the front door and opened it, giving a small nod at the pretty piece of quietude who stood just outside.<br/><br/>"Yes?"<br/><br/>Slim, exceedingly feminine, fingers held out an invitation. Delphine retrieved it and waited until the twin, all in white, retreated from her abode before shutting the door. After a moment's hesitation, she tossed the envelope on a near by table and headed for the closet for a coat. If the Daeva waited? It meant Alexander required her presence tonight. One did not keep the Prince waiting.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Night time in the City</strong></div><br/>Shadows caressed her form and she allowed herself to drift into them, much like a fish under a rising swell of fresh water. She followed them, from spot to spot, her cafe au lait skin and dark grey trench blending seamlessly. Of course, she didn't have enough control to hide in plain sight, not while moving, but she had hopes that one day, she would. After all, one should strive to strengthen themselves. Being happy with what one knew led only to stagnation.<br/><br/><strong>That</strong>would be worse than death.<br/><br/>Within fifteen minutes, Delphine found herself entering the manse that her Prince called home. Handing her trench off to some random servitor, she quickly made her way toward his study, small heeled feet clicking out a rhythm as she headed up the stairs. Soon enough, she knocked a brisk hello and cracked the door open.<br/><br/>"My Prince, what do you require? I assume the envelope is an invite for Elysium?"<br/><br/><br/>