Visiting Darius (for on_holy_ground)

[woman_of_river]

The Church of St. Julien le Pauvre, it is said, was one of the oldest churches of Paris, and - since its magical relocation - undoubtedly the most ancient one of New York

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[on_holy_ground]

Darius was sitting at his desk in the rectory, going over some financial reports for the church, when he felt the presence of another immortal. Setting down his pen, he slowly got to his feet and made his way out to the chapel to see who was paying him a visit.

When he saw Réka sitting there, he smiled softly, making his way over to where she was seated. He did pause for a moment as he glanced at the men who accompanied her, nodding slightly to them in greeting, before turning his attention back to her. "Good afternoon to you."

[woman_of_river]

"Darius." Réka greeted the priest with genuine smile. Réka stood up, even her refined clothing were unable to conceal the growing belly, a clear evidence of her state. "This place is as beautiful as I remembered. I should have to visit here more often and not only when I'm seeking advice." She flashed an apologetic smile to Darius. "That's why I'm here. Shall we talk?..." She peered up over her shoulder, addressing her words to the bodyguards. "... in private."

Haag's men exchanged glances, then one of them nodded slowly. They backed out of earshot, one took a seat on a pew next to the entrance, while the other disappeared in the shadows.
"That's the most they are willing to do on privacy department, I'm afraid." With soft, resigned sigh, Réka turned back to Darius. "I'm in trouble, Darius."

[on_holy_ground]

Darius looked at Réka and a brief look of confusion passed over his face as he suddenly realized that the 'presence' that he had felt was not coming from her, at least not directly. He glanced for a moment at the swell of her stomach, and then back at her again, his voice pitched low enough so that it doesn't carry. "I have talked to Hsu about what has happened. Has something gone wrong?"

[woman_of_river]

Réka's eyes caught Darius'. "You feel them?" She did not wait for his answer. "Of course you do." Réka sighed and sat down again. "Wrong? I don't know, Darius. I really don't know." She shook her head slightly. "It's just something... unexpected. A child, Darius. Is that so unreasonable demand for our kind? Is that a sin? I think not. I've never been able to live with this. And now, when centuries of research seems to be rewarded rewarded with success, things just slip out of control." She put a soft hand on her belly and peered down. "They are just four and half months old still you can feel their Quickening already. And they're getting stronger every day. I created something... but have no idea what the outcome will be."