Obsidian Wings

"Damien! Are you coming?!" She teased him cheerfully, calling him to her. A soft giggle escaped her enticing lips, her visage tilted slightly, waiting for him. Damien left his position down the door; swiftly he was at her side, his arms drawing her tightly against him. She giggled again, turning her cranium sideways to look at him, "Is it not lovely?" She inquired softly, her eyes turning from him to sweep the room.

Damien nodded in return; he paused slightly before replying in a jesting tone. "Looks kind of dirty to me." His words rewarded him with a playful hit upon his chest as she wormed her way out of his grip and moved down the aisle. He followed her, making a point to stay close to the female.

It had been her idea to search out the cathedral, how she had heard of it he didn�t know. He guessed it was from one of her lavish researches of the sixteen century cathedrals or mythology or even the crusades. Which ever it was she had coaxed him into finding the building as a chance for the duo to get away from the drama others so often brought at their unity. Damien told her she was only running away, delaying it but she called it a vacation and adventure and won out in the end, not of course that he too couldn�t have used the chance to rest.

Her cry of surprise brought him back to reality, his optics quickly found her form. She stood at the center of the church facing the alter, a man draped in all sienna stood in front of her. He quickly moved the rest of the way down the aisle, taking his place behind her with a protective air about him. The man bowed to both of them, speaking softly to them in the process. "I am Brother Ayman. Do you wish to seek sanction here?" The female shook her head slightly at his question, still apparently in slight shock. "No? Then rooms to stay?"

Damien nodded, making a point to make him self seen. Friar or not, he wasn�t sure what made him not trust this man. "A place to stay for a week would be great." Ayman nodded deeply, turning and leading the couple to the stairs, hardly even hesitating to see if they followed. Damien lightly gripped her hand, offering her a soft smile to tell her everything was going to be all right. She smiled back at him before tugging on his arm and soon the two swiftly caught up.

Above them Serafina watched with an increasing intensity. "Damien." The words left her lips softly with a bittersweet tinge to them. A soft simper toyed with her features as ebony feathers allowed her to rise from her perch on the rafter. With two graceful flaps her ivory feet touched the floor and she too moved up the staircase, following the duo.

The friar led them to a small cozy room upon the second floor. The carpet was a pigment of light brown; the walls were shaded with an even lighter tinge of sienna. There was a bed, a desk and chair and a dresser. The room didn�t impress him much but she had told him earlier to expect it to be like that. Her figure danced across the room with glee before she placed herself upon the bed and turned to watch him with expecting eyes.

He slowly moved forward to sit next to her, yet he couldn�t shake this feeling that they were being watched. She, however, appeared completely oblivious of it and brushed her silken lips across his cheek. Her hands tugged at his arms to get his attention. There was something there. Someone watching them. With their eyes intent upon them, a threatening presence he should protect her from. Another quick scan of the room brought no menacing figure to his eyes. Her form was too intoxicating for him to resist any longer. Perhaps this presence was just his imagination, but it mattered not for all that was in his world at the moment was her.

To be continued...

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