There is a place deep within. A place where she hides her darkest sins.

[Deneve Verd]

Days after she had visited to her father, Deneve fought with herself on returning to Damien's side. She felt guilty for not talking to him in the first place but she really had no idea what the hell was going on. She had returned to Damien's home minutes prior and was attempting to piece together her thoughts.


Once she had an idea of what she wanted to say to him, she send out a simple telepathic nudge,"Damien I need you.." Message sent, she went back to pacing back and forth, her lips pursed into a frown as she waited for him. She was debating on if she should apologize to him or if she should first explain a few things to him. She was also fighting off the slight nerves that she felt at being away from him for such a long period.


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[Matreya]

Shaken from sleep by the mental contact with Den, he sat up. Shaking his head slowly, he tried clearing his mind of all the sleep still lurking. Rising to his feet, he ignored a shirt or even a coat, so he could hurriedly make way to her side. On instinct he knew where to find her. So it was no surprise when he came upon her from behind.

Stifling a yawn, Damien dropped back, as if falling into a recliner. Caught by the Force, he might as well have been. He watched his woman move back and forth, troubled by something unknown just yet. He let her have her time to clear her mind before realizing he was there.

There was no reason to announce himself.

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[Deneve Verd]

She stopped pacing her form stilling slightly. Taking at deep breath , she spun around and gave a yelp of surprise, her eyes leveled on him before she gave him an exasperated look."We need to talk but before we talk I owe you an apology. I am sorry. Sorry I couldn't tell you what was wrong. But to be quite honest I wasn't aware until my father told me."

She of course left out the part of her practically destroying the living room of her father's house. Arching a brow at him, she would sign softly." Now, onto the next thing. I know I leave a lot with out telling you. But, I would rather slip off then interrupt you. I will try to be more considerate in that aspect. But, it is hard after not having to worry about others worrying about me. "


She then gave him a long look."Go back to bed. I've said my piece Damien. You look like you could use the rest."

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[Matreya]

Damien nodded, "I understand. We have come together fast, and it is difficult to see things the way I do. I am several millennium old. I see life differently, hence my announcing a departure." Continuing his hover sitting, he added, "I am overly protective, and I sometimes follow you when I simply should let everything progress the way it will.

"I am aware of your predicament, and will continue working to fix it. You trust your father, so let him prep you the way he believes will work. Just know this; I have gleaned that you are going to learn Alchemy. He is twisted to do so. Your light will be snuffed out by working dark energies." He said, "So let us hope you will have my aid soon enough."

Rising from the invisible chair, he smiled, "Maybe I'm just tired, but it seems you simply wanted to clean your conscience, and you have." Gathering energy around him he added, "Samael made a point. I am much to abrasive. For that I do apologize."

Then he vanished from sight.

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[Deneve Verd]

He had assumed she just wanted to clear her conscious. Standing there, she bit down the anger. She wouldn't of traveled all the way there had she wanted to clear her conscious. "You are an idiot if you think I just wanted to clear my conscience Damien"She send that back at him not bothering to hide the sting she had felt at his words Spinning on her heel, she decided leave and pull something her mother was good at and Vanishing. Fighting back the sudden nausea she felt, she made her way towards where she had left her mother's ship. Yep, she was hurt but she would never let him know that. It was a weakness, she would simply push it to the back of her mind..


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[Matreya]

Damien had been alerted to Samael of the observed prospects between them. He obviously was around her to much, his protectiveness was now becoming predicted, amongst other things. Now he wanted to give her the space she deserved. Combining this with only an hour of sleep in a week as he sought to make her a protective charm...

He was a dick, while trying to be proper to his wife. He didn't even notice she would be angry. As well, once more within his locked Forge, he did not recieve her words. No communications could be sent or received inside. Whether electronic, sound, or the Force.

Before him sat a dozen different crystals all imbueable to a degree. Now, he simply needed to figure how he would do something like what he planned. The idea was there, but paths required to get there wasn't.

Yet he would work until he was dead or unconscious, the latter being dangerous as the area he was in could be deadly to the unprotected mind.

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