WHO: Jaenelle Angelline & Daemon Sadi WHAT: A discussion he really doesn't want to have. WHEN: Backdated FTW! Shortly after his graffiti post. WHERE: Their home RATING: TBD STATUS: Incomplete
Daemon wasn't completely happy with Jaenelle at the present, mostly in that she wanted him to drop the sight shields he had wrapped so completely around himself so that he would have to see and speak to the man known as his father. That was the thing, though, he didn't want to see The Priest. He didn't know what to do with him or how he was supposed to act around the man.
He'd been plucked from his own time before he'd truly been able to come to terms with everything. And he was still adjusting to the fact that, in his mind, Jaenelle was still twelve. He'd kept his self-control so tightly wrapped and had yet to acquiesce to what he wanted. And until she made any sort of move, he wouldn't.
He would serve her from afar if necessary. But the Priest's presence made him nervous, uncomfortable.
Sighing, Daemon rose from his desk and crossed the room to the door that connected his suite with Jaenelle's. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his hand and lightly wrapped his knuckles against the wood.