Who: Jaenelle Angelline and Daemon Sadi What: An Ill-timed Reunion Where: Los Angeles corner where Sadi is waiting When: evening Rating: TBD Status: thread ; incomplete
Jaenelle's heart was pounding in her chest. Of all the people to find, of all her friends, all her family, Daemon Sadi was the last one she would have expected. It hurt to know that, but it was true. Daemon. The last she had heard was the night Surreal had found him, the night she had set him on the path out of the Twisted Kingdom. The strain of that night had nearly killed her, but it had been worth every ounce of the pain, worth every drop of power. It had taken six months for her to recover from that night, and in the six months following, there had still been no word from Surreal, or Daemon.
Until now.
I won't move. I promise.
His promise still rang in her mind. She would trust his word, his word above any other. And not because he was a Warlord Prince, not because he was his father's mirror, but because he was Daemon. The man who had waited lifetimes for her. The only man she had ever loved, would ever love.
Daemon.
Now that she knew what to look for, now that she had heard his mind, his presence sang to her through the Darkness. Once her footsteps took her outside the Cathedral, she wrapped a sight shield around herself, and used Craft to pull herself into the air. Walking would take too long; from the air, she would find him faster. When she knew she was close, Jaenelle returned to the ground, approaching slowly, cautiously, from the shadows.