Not having a specific haven at all was almost as good. No one could really tell where Ariel would be from one evening to the next. Would he be at Elly's? Amadeus's? Somewhere else? Impossible to tell. It was becoming more and more consistently Amadeus's though. After all, why not take advantage of a haven warded to Hell and back, along with the comfort of a lover's arms? It wasn't something he had experienced in a long while.
Being younger, it had taken a bit more for Ariel to wake up. It was nearly sundown when he had finally managed to rise - and it clearly wasn't to good news. The look on Amadeus's face said it was time to get to work. Ariel had said nothing and just started to get dressed and ready to move - though he had made sure to eat something before heading out. He had a sinking feeling he was going to need all the blood he could get for the evening.
A dead Primogen wasn't something to be treated lightly after all.
The room was a complete fucking mess. Overkill. Someone was either angry or insane and it was incredibly personal. "Never wear expensive shoes to a murder scene. Sound advice for anyone," he muttered distractedly as he sniffed around. Admittedly, the action made him think of the dumb bitch at that stupid meet-up but that particular problem had been given two crushed arms for their fool tongue. "There's so much blood... I can't smell anything else," he grumbled, moving closer to the walls, the ground, every fucking doorway.