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From: Bryon
Something was broken inside him, yet Aela's alluring question was staring him directly in the face and he couldn't turn away. He opened the door for her in a mechanically gentlemanlike fasihon, avoiding her piercing gaze. This was it.
Was he, Bryon Endochrine, able to completely let go of his former, mortal life and embrace this siren of the night as a symbol of his rebirth into darkness? He couldn't hide his internal struggle, as his face slightly furrowed only to go blank. Was this what he wanted, to silence that voice inside him, screaming at him to go back to Isobel and run from the city with her, back to how it used to be?
'I... '
Go for it Bryon. You know this is what you always wanted. Look at her for chissakes! Forget the frigid little bitch back home, you haven't even seen her for three weeks. This is the real thing. Can't you feel it? Look at this woman's face. Look at the veins in her perfect neck. She's like you, don't you see? And she wants you. Look at her smile. The drink she's offering isn't from a bottle, boy. F e e l i t.
But can I deliberately hurt Isobel?
'Yes. Thank you, of course I'd love to continue our conversation. ~he added with a smirk~ Please, lead on... '
Somewhere, a screaming subsided.