To be without the light of the sun.... it would be a strange life. A half life, of sorts, for one who was so accustomed to it. I had never known what life was like in the shadows despite my recent immersing of the supernatural culture in Sacrosanct. I felt a darkness inside of me now that before was vacant yet I wonder if it is just loss and grief, crouched in the shadow of my own soul. It doesn't matter - not really. In the end I was still a witch and I still had plenty to keep my occupied. There were times during the bright light of day that I wondered what Dareios was doing. Did he slumber like the dead when I thought of him? Or was that just in the old movies? One would think I would have a handle on such information but in many instances I was terribly outclassed by other supernaturals - they had knowledge. Vampires, in fact, had many years to accumulate such.

As I climb his porch I find a half smile twisting my pink lips because it hits me. I know WHAT he is and yet when I speak with him, he ceases to be that dark creature of lore and instead is simply another person. Not to say that I have forgotten the first time we met and the leashed violence that seemed caged within him. No doubt many, many years of such a lifestyle had taught Dareios the lessons of life. Was the man he was now the same as he was before? I ponder asking him, playfully of course, whether he was similar to Lestat or Louis, but I shelve such a topic for a later date. I did not want to ruin our... occasion.. with some misplaced joke.

Three suited men appear silently around me but I am not surprised. I can feel them through the shifting of the shadows, shadows that beckon to me, that react to the very twitch of my fingers if I so demanded it. "Hello," I offer congenially, followed by my name, and they escort me primly to the doorstep. They lead me into Dareios' expensive home and I find myself relaxing a bit more than I thought possible. These were at least semi-familiar surroundings as I had been here before, but I still took in the opulence with a somewhat hungry gaze. I could have had such a life if I had joined the Coven in Scotland but I had other business in Sacrosanct and besides, my shop would boom. Is booming.

I hear his deep voice in the other room and offer a blazing smile to the security detail as they usher me through, all gentlemanlike. As I round the corner I grin at Dareios, my emerald eyes twinkling as I cast a furtive glance behind me to the backs of the men. "They are quite the gentlemen, Dareios," I compliment. I'm sure he grew tired of the encumberment of such a thing but it was necessary and besides, if one must have such a thing why not get complimented on the selection?

My eyes steal to him quickly and briefly skip down his figure, cut fine in his blazer and well-tailored look. "You cut a dashing figure in that ensemble," I state blithely, but rather than pinking from such a forward compliment, I merely smile broadly at him, bold. The same bold woman I used to be - I was only having to re-learn my skin once more.