Thane Raidan. (ex_suavely878) wrote in thecityofsin, @ 2009-04-13 18:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | chapter two, character: dante archer, character: thane raidan |
CHAPTER TWO. THREAD: Thane & Dante.
WHO: Thane Raidan and Dante.
WHAT: Thane asked Dante to drop in after he heard of his meeting with Grigore. He's a curious little cat.
WHEN: 4th February, 2208. Sunset.
WHERE: The Morningstar, Thane's penthouse.
RATING: Currently G.
Muscles screamed in protest as he shifted, pushing up from his bed as he padded through and into the main living space of his penthouse and leaving the lithe blonde naked in his bed. Thane ignored the pull of his body as he moved, ignored the sharp jab of pain as the bullet wound threatened to open again. Thane rolled his shoulders, drawing in a cleansing breath as he dropped down into the sunken seating area taking his usual corner spot on the large L shaped sofa. Limbs were splayed, little care to his appearance as he sat in loose cotton pants and little more.
The apartment had that expensive minimalist thing going on. All black and white with gold accents which showed how fucking expensive it was. The room was heavy with luxury despite it's almost empty looks. It was a room well suited to it's owner.
Eyes closed as his head dipped back, a smile playing on his lips as he recalled the past few days. His motions were lazy as he watched the sun begin to set, the burst of orange lighting the city which would soon come out to play.
Thane had been told of Dante's meeting with Grigore, the man who had been put in charge of torturing someone or other. Why would Dante need to meet Grigore? Thane was not one to beat around the bush where such things were concerned so he had asked Dante to drop in. There were few people Thane would "wait" for and Dante was one of them. Why? Dante amused him, he liked the twisted little thought of keeping an Angel, one of Gods creatures under his orders. He liked the thought of him being at his beck and call, a snap of his fingers and the Angel was beside him.
The sound of the door opening alerted him to Dantes presence but Thane didn't stir from his lazying, one hand merely lifting as if in greeting. "Scotch, if you please." He purred lightly, his voice a husky rumble as he waited for the glass to be presented to him.