I have held the hand of the Devil (It was warm in the night; I was cold as a stone)
Eric is walking through the city, letting his feet lead him down whatever paths seem most fitting. It's a lovely evening, for a certain value of lovely which includes "cold" and "windy", but the stars burn clear and bright above him, and the wind whipping through his hair and tugging at his coat is refreshing, in its way.
He's given some very serious thought to leaving town.
He plays it safe. He likes his little projects and his small pleasures. He avoids archangels and demon hunters, and keeps moving at all times. And being caught in the coming war doesn't appeal to him at all.
But...
There it is again, that nagging little thought. Calisto, who he is far too enraptured by for it to be even remotely safe. When she laughs, she sounds like his mother. And the ever-present voice of caution tells him that she's Naqa'el. She's dangerous, and he should get out right now, and forget he ever came to this city.
He could call right now, make plane reservations. He doesn't.
He tells himself it's because he hates leaving a project unfinished, and that detective he found in the park a little while ago has promise. He tells himself it's too much of a bother to leave.
He stares at the sky, and wonders just what he's gotten himself into.
Any distraction from his thoughts would be welcome.
He's given some very serious thought to leaving town.
He plays it safe. He likes his little projects and his small pleasures. He avoids archangels and demon hunters, and keeps moving at all times. And being caught in the coming war doesn't appeal to him at all.
But...
There it is again, that nagging little thought. Calisto, who he is far too enraptured by for it to be even remotely safe. When she laughs, she sounds like his mother. And the ever-present voice of caution tells him that she's Naqa'el. She's dangerous, and he should get out right now, and forget he ever came to this city.
He could call right now, make plane reservations. He doesn't.
He tells himself it's because he hates leaving a project unfinished, and that detective he found in the park a little while ago has promise. He tells himself it's too much of a bother to leave.
He stares at the sky, and wonders just what he's gotten himself into.
Any distraction from his thoughts would be welcome.