Remember Days Of Rufio
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- Posted: Sat, 10 May 2014 05:09:19 +0000
Darting a downward glance to Kismet, Eneru listened intently to the same question he fired back at the young fae.
"I'm just having a drink."
"Fair enough," her father muttered, dismissing any impressions he'd been toying with moments ago. Besides, Kismet appeared of age, despite being, what, a couple hundred years old? Maybe even a thousand? The incubus wasn't too well versed on the math and time within Arcadia. Chance skipped out on the details she deemed less important until now. Discarding his troubles momentarily to catch each word exiting Kismet's lips, Eneru had almost forgotten how financially well off the Verauxs had it and the fabric that separated the classy from the trashy. "Can't argue that. You get just about everything you need here. Except for some ******** food," he complained, taken back years before of when Chance did him the honor of cooking some steaks. If only the ONS could attract chefs to serve their starving patrons. If Chance could get mini-bars in every bedroom, she could easily get some cooks in here too. The thought earned himself a smile, something Kismet could question and be brushed off as nothing before her voice rose to speak again...
"I don't think I care if I find her anymore."
What truth lied in that statement? Had Kismet really given up her hopes of reuniting as the perfect family? Had she finally come to the realization her dreams can't last forever? Not with a brother like Providence, not with a father like Eneru, and definitely not a crazy b***h like Chance. She strove to find the answers nobody had been willing to answer much to her father's familiarity. How naive was he to believe the words of a charlatan, who one day promised a life somewhere far beyond the pines and the cabin where he stored her mutilated corpse. Irritation flashed across the young fae's features and that bothered her father greatly. Her intensity did not fit her petite, shapely figure and it was his responsibility to calm her storm. Again he'd drown in those emerald hues that burned through his skull, he sighed before pulling up a seat beside the blonde.
"I don't know how well I'll be able to answer your questions, Kismet. But I'll try my best." He complied, grabbing her empty glass to trace the rim lightly to relish the small taste on his fingertips.
"Did you want to do this here?"