Another night in this carnival of souls
Adrien waited concealed in the vague shadows that all but devoured his form so that the hunter looked near invisible, his own conjured shadows mingled with the natural darkness. It felt like a one-way mirror allowing him to peer out at the people while being mostly unnoticed by the untrained eye. The hunter leaned almost casually propped up against the outer wall of Swan Hall waiting. He felt like a damn stalker, almost predatory in nature as if waiting for his prey. Perhaps on the outside, it appeared to be so. Was that all he was destined to be? The patient hunter that rivalled the brutality of the monsters he so hunted.
His dark purple eyes seemed to narrow at the thought, a conflicted grumble rose within his throat as he eyed the dances that filed out in pairs and small groups. His mind could not help but wonder how easy it would have been for one of those nefarious bloodsuckers to stake out here to isolate and snag one. How easy it would have been for them to steal her. The thought bothered him, deepening the already lingering frown upon his face. He knew just how dangerous that city was. His hands tightened upon the flowers he had within his hands, his gaze following the figures that dispersed into the night. Where was she?
It was only several more moments before he saw her, the petite blonde who seemed to stand out amongst the other girls like an ethereal swan, her pale blond hair catching his gaze. It had been the first time since he had laid eyes upon her since he rescued her from that vampire. Sure they had been leaving each other those nightly notes, the man unable to keep away even though his mind reminded him of who and what he was. For a moment, his iron gaze lingered upon the fae. He was fine... mostly, up until that very moment.
She peered around as if surveying her surroundings like he had taught her and yet she was unaware of him. She had been changed by that night, and as much as the thought of the world sullying her in some way, perhaps that was what was needed for her to survive. He should have let her go... he should have let her walk away without another word. He would be written off as the flakey hunter who simply didn't care enough to show up. It was a likely scenario. One that he should have allowed to play out. She didn't see him here maybe he should have just let her go. Yet he couldn't seem to urge himself to stay put. His voice cut through the darkness of that ally as he stepped out of the veil of his shadows.
She pivoted just like he had seen on stage, effortlessly and he could feel the brush of air from that very moment. Adrien hardly expected that bright smile that matched her inner glow. Whether it was only her powers or simply from her natural exuberance he hardly knew. Her smile could have defeated him in battle right then and there. He knew it. The man froze in place nearly dumbfounded.
He tried to keep his expression still, to remain true to the man he had fashioned to be. An impenetrable force that was designed to destroy the rot of this city and this earth. Destined to fight darkness with darkness. But within her presence, he faltered in the face of a small vivacious little creature. Her joyous french lilt met him with ease, the pair could not be any more opposite.
While his voice was like velvety darkness, her's was warmth and light. His shadows still clung to him even as he walked away from them and into the illuminated space. She showed no fear as she leaned into him with an equally bright question upon her lips. How little he cared about the others on that stage, his eyes always found her as if trained to do so. "I did.. I've never been to one before. I didn't know what to expect." He added honestly. She was fishing for a compliment and he almost... failed to give it to her. Almost. He was certainly not suave with women and yet perhaps it was the flustered flailings wouldn't be so obvious. "You were... incredible, ballerina." He added stepped forward unintentionally crowding her space as if desiring to be closer. Whether it was out of protective instincts or the shadows being drawn to her light he was oblivious to either., His hand still placed behind his back, clinging desperately to those red and pink roses he had purchased earlier that day. Her warm brown eyes seemed to envelop him before that comment escaped him all the same.. Unable to help it.
Her laughter was as warm as the personality she exuded. Yet was that still a hint of nervousness? She waved an idle hand to bat away the comment, her unfaltering expression full of bright amusement. She claimed it was a trick of the light and even he could not help his lips from quirking just so finding a wry amusement to just that. Did he not tell her to practice? She clearly had listened to him in more ways than none. He could not help but feel a little press of pride at the very thought. His shadows seemed to swell in response as if reaching for her light in a tentative way he was unaware of. She admitted she had been practising. "I can tell. You held yourself together so well.. If I didn't know any better, I wouldn't have been able to tell." It would have been easy to blame the lights or even the shimmering makeup. "You have been learning control.. But have you learned to use it?" He inquired almost curiously, tipping his head slightly observing her.
He waited for the blonde fae to respond before he seemed to forget himself. He forgot what they were... why he was even here. He seemed swept away in her orbit, she could have sunk a blade in his chest and he would have been defenceless. "I... uh.. Brought you these.." He revealed those flowers that he thought were customary to give the performer pressing them forward for her to take. He questioned himself. What if it was a little too strong? Maybe... he wasn't supposed to bring flowers or perhaps she hated them. He felt a near flush of embarrassment, the terrifying hunter not so terrifying, felled by a sweet little fae with the glowing, sweet, innocent face.
These memories are like shadows
I can't seem to find my way home