It was clear that the blonde in the back of the bar had no desire to be sitting amongst the various individuals that found the dark trappings of Hell to be their particular cup of tea for the evening. Fingernails tapped with a certainly audible level of irritation against the edge of her glass. It didn't hold her customary glass of wine or even a drink more suited to one of her race. Instead, it was a simple human drink. An aged brandy rolling over the ice cubes that were occasionally swirled around the bottom of her glass. It wasn't a drink she indulged in often. The slide of the amber colored liquid over the cubes reminded her of years gone by, drinks and meals shared...
Shared with the one that was the very reason she was seated in Hell on a Friday evening.
Valeria. The one that had been before her but not the one that had remained. Selene knew of her, it hadn't ever been a secret that she had not been the first person Cassius had sired. That she held no problem with, though if she was being entirely honest with herself a small touch of that insecurity that almost every individual held lingered. Questions about what she had truly meant to him... and what she meant in turn.
For centuries she had never thought on those concerns. Had there been any need to? No. But now... now there was all too much to think. She knew exactly what Cassius had endured at the mercies of the demon, the demon that his childe was so tied to. For that alone, Selene could not stand the woman. But that she... was the temptation that threatened to push Cassius over the edge that Selene did not know how to help him back from any longer was enough to have her seated in Hell, waiting to see if the other would appear.
But what terrified her was whether or not he truly didn't wish for that fall.
Dressed for the part in hell, she had left her customary suit in her room. Left it in the room that felt different than it once had, closed off and walled off as Cassius was in her head. Her customary wear didn't fit what she needed to be this evening and she was woman enough to admit that there was something damn empowering about a pair of heels.
Trappings wouldn't be enough and Selene knew it. But it could all be for naught. If the other woman would even show up...