Vendetta watched him with cold eyes as he returned her challenge with his sharp words and she muttered, bitterly, "I don't need looking after."She sat on her ledge and looked outside, the sun half blinding her and the slight layer of dust and other tiny material pieces in the air were caught in the beam of white light that was the sun and it mingled around her slightly but she turned her face away from it to watch him sit on the bed, having not responded to any of his other accusations or cutting remarks, seeing no reason to.

She blinked when he apologised and frowned a little, half shocked he had apologised to her, she had expected him completely lose all self control but obviously not and she wondered why. "Just sleep, Shade."She uttered calmly as he laid back and she nodded, satisfied at least he was resting and she listened to down below, hearing just the uneven slur of Elii and Daika was either asleep or silent. She sighed and leant her head back against the wall, yawning.

One thing Charon had been wrong is presuming was that she would not sleep, she did quite the opposite, dropping off in the windowsill as she had as a child, tucked up and unafraid of whatever lurked, calm and at peace, tranquil to the outsiders eyes. She did not dream this time. All there was was darkness and every so often a glimmer of white light which was unusual for her. Her ebony hair fell past her face as she rested her head on her knees, emerald eyes shielded by her eyelids. Her chest rising and falling in a soft, delicate rythm and she looked serene as the sunlight filtered around her.

A noise made her rouse, she must have slept for a while because she didn't feel as exhausted and she barely took anytime to properly wake up, this also being due to the fact she was used to getting up and being active, mostly due to patients and such. She yawned softly and flickered her gaze to the closed door of the room, narrowing her eyes as she heard footsteps hovering outside and she sighed, quietly getting up, attempting not to wake the dozing Shade as she opened the door and slipped outside, closing it behind her.

Daika looked down at her, realising he had been caught red handed and he frowned, opening his mouth the declare his untruthful innocence but Vendetta silenced him, raising her hand, her patience wearing exceedingly thin with everyone present and Daika certainly picked up on this, "I was just going to my room, Mercy I-"He cut off as Vendetta nailed him against a wall, flipping out a small knife and pressing it to his throat, "Don't lie to me. What were you expecting of me and Charon, hm? Answer me! "She demanded and Daika pressed back, eyes wide as the pressure on the knife increased and he felt warm blood lace down his neck.

Vendetta's eyes trailed to the ribbon of red and a strange, stirrign sensation prickled within her and she tore her gaze from him, casting him aside, "The truth, why were you spying on us?"She said, despite her small frame, Daika looked small on the floor where she stood over him, blade in hand and her emotions swamped her, half drowning her as she struggled to gain control of herself and she glared down at him. Daika looked bewildered and he seethed,"I was...I thought you and him-"He stammered and Vendetta just hissed dangerously, looking down at him and gripping her blade tighter, her knuckles milky white as she shouted, "STAND UP!"Her rage was at it's peak and Daika drew back, fumbling slightly, "I never meant, Mercy, Please!"he half pleaded. Vendetta had no intention of killing him, simply scaring him into keeping him away from her and Charon. "Shut up!"She demanded, looking like she was going to do the older Rose damage.

Such a sight to behold, however, the green eyes blazing and glazed with cold anger and her whole body set for a fight. An Angel of Death wearing the purest of white. Daika crept backwards, nearly toppling down the stairs and he called for his father, Vendetta courtly dealt him a slap and muttered, voice dark and low.

"I said, Shut up."

“You’re angry,” Charon spoke softly, still leaning against the wall at the window, staring at the vacated spot and his empty hand. Her warmth had seeped in slowly, and now he felt it dissipate gradually, leaving him behind cold and sad for some reason. Rejection –such a common taste, so familiar, and yet it hit his heart unexpectedly hard. Off course it had a little hand from the alcohol he had consumed but it wasn’t as if dejection was new to him; he had been experiencing it every other day –for humans were less than appreciative towards Shades and the likes.
“Fine,” he spat, his grey eyes leering at her, carefully reading her expression. Obviously her anger was but a shallow mask behind which she hid the pain and sadness and probably also her own inaptitude when it came to protecting those she cared for. Now that he could understand, still –it wasn’t as if he had done anything but show a little concern.
Soon even those emotions would drown in the darkness.
Charon turned and rubbed his face, leaning against the wall at the sharp sting of the light penetrating his brain using his eyes –low light, he figured, stabbing at his weakness as if it knew. “Fine, I won’t interfere,” his dangerously calm voice spoke despondently. With a shake of his head the Shade pushed himself from where he had been leaning against the wall and shuffled tiredly over at the bed, watching it, and imagining Vendetta sleeping there as a young child –crying maybe, sad because of their death.

His nature was what angered her perhaps –her deal with the devil causing her own emotions to betray her since she was guilt-ridden at disregarding her own vengeance and instead allying with a Shade herself. Charon could imagine him being annoyed over a fundamentally broken promise to himself like that as well –though he had never really been true to his own ideals for too long; a strong will, but a pliable and influenced mind.
It didn’t matter, “Fine, I don’t have a bone to pick with you, excuse me for looking out for you,” the dark-haired man said, turning towards Vendetta unsteadily without anything to support him, “And it’s not about what you can and cannot do –your death spells my doom, do you even understand?”
Even though the question was asked with certain fire, Charon’s voice couldn’t be further from the desired or expected intonation. Lethargy overcame him, much as it had yesterday, and sleep weighed him down –he was really no good during the day any longer. “I won’t touch you either; you can relax and glare at me from your window all day, for all I care. Because I know you won’t sleep. You’ll see him again, Titov –and he’ll crush you.”

The darkness churned inside –Charon wondered what sleep would be like; perhaps nightmares and dreams would be his part, or maybe instead, he had become the nightmare in place. With a heavy sigh Charon turned back to the bed and sat down on it, “Sorry.”
The whisper was barely audible, and the Shade allowed himself to relax and fall back onto the soft sheets with his eyes closed.
For all it appeared he had instantly fallen asleep –and it was true he was hovering the edges of awareness but he was afraid to let go. Afraid of what he would find when releasing that perfect control, the tight grip he had on his consciousness. The bed was low, and his legs were still dangling over the edge. Lying down would be the same as submitting to the feeling of beckoning sleep, an open invitation for the darkness to embrace him. Yet he felt warm; despite Vendetta’s spiteful words, he felt warm in her presence and didn’t want her to leave. The maws of darkness opened to swallow him whole and within he found perfection in the form of large claws cradling his resting soul. It would protect him; he was their child –and was never to forget. Charon’s breathing evened out slowly as he fell asleep completely, looking all too young in the peace sleep offered.

The last thing Vendetta wanted to do was leave the spot on the window ledge right that second but she scowled somewhat at him as she answered his previous question, not opening her eyes as she felt him stroke her hair as she spoke, "Yes. I miss it."She muttered and flickered her eyes open, watchign Charon with completely blank eyes. She sighed and mumbled, "I can sleep here if I want.If you don't like it, deal with it." She remarked and stood up, slipping off the windowsill and landing on her feet with a soft thud.

She went over to the closest and leant in, going right to the back and undoing the back of the wardrobe, picking out a canvas like sheet. She inspected it and smirked, exactly as she had left it. It was a painting and she ignored Charons prescence as she set it down on a table, inspecting it and grinning. This had been her and Arines idea's of Angels. Arine had helped her paint and the Angels were, quite promenantly, Vendetta's family. They were not your stereotypical Angels however, they were colourful. Each delicately painted and with colourful, peacock like feathered wings, immpeccable and beautiful. Even now, that's how she imagined them, wherever they were. Her brother and father standing with golden glowing swords protectively by her mother who stood elegantly in a white dress, her eyes very much alive in the painting. "I'll be fine, stop interfering, Charon."She muttered, not lifting her gaze from the painting.

Vendetta realised she had lapsed and set the painting away, hiding it once more, Daika was unpredictable and she wondered, seeing as he detested Angelic prescences so much, if he would destroy the painting for what it portrayed. If he dared lay so much as a finger on it, she would tear him limb from limb. She looked to Charon, "I don't want to sleep in a bed, all right?"She uttered, she was exhausted but she was also riddled with mixtures of emotion that came crashing out as anger and irritation, not sadness. It was rather unbalanced and the atmosphere hung like a thread ready to be split and unleash all her grief and anger out on whomever was closest and at that point in time, it was Charon.

"I just don't want to sleep in a bed all right?"She looked at Charons, over the tirdness there was a fierce challenge, a dare for him to keep the arguement going and she stood there, hair falling free around her face, emerald eyes blazing and her white dress shifting like liquid. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, glancing to the windowsill,"And if you put one hand on me I'll remove it, Charon Sullivan."She warned and it was no empty threat, at that moment in time, she felt all her fury, or fake fury as it was, was enough to conquer any who stepped in her way and she folded her arms, making her way back to the window ledge once more.

It was odd how the two fought like siblings over where he would, could and most of all shouldn’t be allowed to sleep. Somehow the triviality elicited nothing more than an amused chuckle from the Shade, though he carefully hid the ushering of his apparent entertainment, curious as he was to what they would finally offer up to him where he might’ve initially settled for the wall and a rug on the wooden floor. Creature comforts which wouldn’t last for very long, he suspected, and were to be abused any opportunity they got –though even now Charon suspected the Rose would rather offer something up to him; something he wouldn’t agree with this time. However Vendetta would only find out when they were already in their respective room, or rooms –whichever way the coin flipped.
Silently the Shade stalked Vendetta up the stairs, putting out his hands to a conveniently located railing to ease the climb, the odd motion forcing Charon to try his stability where it just hadn’t been ready yet. Everything smelled unfamiliar, sunlight streaming into the house, but somehow, the darkness whispered to his mind of memories the Rose must’ve hidden here. The destruction of these ‘friends’, this house, the sill, bed, trinkets –the loss of everything- would mean the complete detachment of Vendetta as Mercy. For this must’ve been where the transition had taken place after the Shades so audaciously took the lives of her parents –her brother, had he died as well?

Setheus –Charon recalled with a slight grin, quietly listening to Vendetta rummaging through the small room; relating her past. Listening to music of old, reminiscing, “Do you miss it?”
Charon’s voice was hoarse, low and he scraped his throat a little before watching her close the box –shutting everything out quite literally, him as well.
Daika would be eating himself up when and if he realized his denying of Elii’s room to the Shade had caused Vendetta and him to share a room once more. He wouldn’t have it any other way either –let the stubborn and childish man be furious with jealousy, seething wildly and feed the darkness teeming within his core- since the Rose and he shared a connection, a bond, which would ensure their separation alone would feel unnatural. They were one, in a sense.
Forcing himself from the murky haze with a sluggish shake of his head the intoxicated man turned to face Vendetta, following the ghosts of her steps by walking up to where he found the box bathing in the sea of light the window offered up to the room.
“You can’t sleep there,” he whispered into the ruling silence. A numb hand ran over the lid of the box, contemplating bringing back the music her heard –reopening the conversation to her past, intrigued yet weary. No, he decided, not now, not after what occurred with Arine only a few hours ago –and her death; her wounds would be too fresh, however tempted he might feel to pry.
With only a set of lanky strides and a solemn shake of disapproval at Vendetta’s chosen bed the dark man stalked the window sill, and stood beside Vendetta, overbalancing and leaning into the wall partially to keep his footing. His other hand reached out to feel what his eyes had determined was an entrancing play of light on her silky hair –another part of him chastised those thoughts, but the general idea was not one of lust, but of protection. Slowly his hand slid from the long strands down to her shoulder, under which he could feel the shallow burn of her injury –the deep stab aimed to kill, to drain from her the depths of soul and life. The white dress she wore was easier to access than the cloak she usually wore, but Charon only allowed his warm hand to rest on the steadily breathing woman.

“You should take the bed, Vendetta,” Charon offered gently, very unlike how the Shade had acted before, “I need you.” The pause marked the heavy laden of meaning but his sentence hadn’t been finished, “I need you fit for the journey –not in a daze, or distracted, or tired. Titov will go after you, and you can’t afford to lose.”
Hopefully she would go on her own accord, for carrying her was something Charon wouldn’t suggest at the moment –even though he probably could do so easily were it a normal situation; what with how fragile she seemed. Determination had grown in the stubborn mind of the Shade however, aided by the heady wine and if she wouldn’t get up to have the bed herself, she would have to get up to force him –and he’d gladly drag her along with him if needed be.

Vendetta looked to Charon and remarked, "No you won't."She wouldn't have him in Elii's room, no doubt Daika would have a field day throwing accusations about theft and such and she could do without having to convince Daika Charon had not stolen. She rubbed her head as she got herself a drink, ignoring the pointless ramblings of the drunk that was Elii and whereas Daika found amusement in this, she saw nothing funny about it. Her and Charon had to be swift in where they went and when and this was a set back no doubt.

Daika watched her and let his eyes snake over to the Shade, eyeing him with contempt. Who did he think he was? She's mine. He hissed mentally, not daring to speak the words aloud but it was obvious within his charming eyes what he was thinking. The flash of the gleaming orbs was full of disgust and hatred and he looked to Vendetta and muttered, "Where will he sleep then? He is not getting my room!"He declared and looked like a sulking teenager once more, leant against the wall, arms folded. He fixated his gaze once more on Charon, a silent warning, as if it meant anything.

"Daika shut up."Vendetta seethed as she came back through and sighed, "He won't get your room. He can have the spare one, my old one. I don't care."She said, emotionlessly, voice almost a monotone. She finished her drink and set the glass down, looking to Elii with exhausted eyes and she brandished a hand to Charon, a motion for him to follow as she went upstairs and ignored Daika's protests as she climbed the stairs and lead Charon to a room at the end of the hall, pushing aside the door.

"Seemed bigger when I was twelve."She pointed out and sighed a little, immiediately going inside and smirking some. The room had barely been touched other than being cleaned every so often and it looked the same as when Vendetta had left it and she laughed a little, peering at objects and opening a little trinket box, eerie chime music emitting from it and she investigated the contents. She frowned a little, some little keep sakes still taking up residence in the box and then of course there was her mothers necklace. Vendetta had never had the courage to wear such an emblem.

Her mother had been brave, fierce and yet so gentle and kindhearted and she sighed slightly, closing the box and looking to Charon, "You'll be fine in here. Daika won't bother you."She assured lightly and sat in the windowsill, that particular windowsill was the origin of her habit. She had gotten a fever shortly after moving here with Elii and Arine and had not been allowed outside and she would often sit at that windowsill, as a sort of comforting habit, and watch outside. The things she had seen were amusing. And ever since, she had picked up the habit of sitting on windoledges to watch the outside world, a silent vigil almost.

She yawned and rubbed her head, resting her head on her knees and she closed her eyes, not asleep although she looked it. Her bretahing evening out and she was almost totally still at that moment in time, although she was totally aware of her surroundings, almost. Her arms clasped around her knees, fingers laced together and she listened simply.

With a stupid grin Charon allowed himself to be shoved aside and merely turned and leaned back, using the countertop to steady himself. At least he had gotten away with his pungent remarks towards Daika, and the victory tasted nearly as sweet as Vendetta’s energy did when mending his wounds. Sweet, sweet revenge -skin-crawling jabs to his pride in order to kindle the fire burning, hoping for an explosion later on. The darkness would love to skirmish with the man for the sake of jealousy and other negative emotions, hoping to ignite the darkness within the male Rose. Still he stood close to Vendetta, probably infuriatingly so to Daika, but his chained Rose failed to notice because she had gotten so used to feeling his energy close, mingling darkness and light into shadows –his playground.
His hazy grey eyes kept following Vendetta around the house, even after his gentle whisper of ‘thank you’, and instead kept his mouth shut –as promised, he would allow her to do the talking in order to convince these men to help them. Though it was unlikely the already protesting Daika would listen to their reasoning, even if only out of a false sense of love in order to protect the determined Rose; so ‘lost’ in her ways by consorting with a Shade. No –with the darkness; but he wouldn’t tell Daika that, let the man think he was Shade, to correct him would be a fallacy.

The food flared his hunger, but at least Elii had the right idea when it came to spending his day –sleep definitely seemed a lovely alternative to dinner, if only he wasn’t so hungry. Though if that was the only thing keeping him up, Charon was sure to doze off at a later point in time; most likely after dinner. Vendetta and he had been walking the whole day, danced the night, and were now admiring a new day without even so much as an hour of sleep to go by.
Pushed from his daze by the prospect of a meal, Charon abandoned the solid stability of the countertop table and shuffled towards the pot, grinning to see the delicious food boiling to readiness; realizing then he didn’t have anything to eat it with and cursed his slowness. While Vendetta scolded the older man unable to hold his liquor in the chair, Charon ambled back to fetch a bowl and a spoon, rummaging through various cabinets before he found the things he needed and fetched himself a meal. No longer desiring to mingle however –and break his promise by unleashing snarling comments- the Shade sat down against the wall and carefully blew on each spoon-full to make sure he wouldn’t burn his tongue.
When Vendetta chastised Daika however he couldn’t suppress an amused snicker, and tried muffling it with a spoon full of food, trying hard to make himself slightly invisible to escape Vendetta’s wrath. Obviously, she too was suffering from the lack of sleep, and no doubt her worries concerning Titov’s appearance yesterday –both things made her snappy and moody though Charon knew better than to suggest sleep to the Rose. Feverish dreams of him suggesting such things were only ever rewarded with a sharp remark or a chiding smile before she made him fall asleep once more.

“Titov doesn’t dare come here with me around,” Charon remarked, his voice low and clear despite his apparent intoxication –though it was nowhere near to how drunk Elii was. “He wants Vendetta alive, or at least, he did before tonight.” Putting the empty bowl on his lap, Charon stared into the room, allowing his thoughts to roam and collect the things he felt last night. Titov had come and gone, obviously, he had spoken to Vendetta –and obviously the conversation hadn’t been in the ruler’s favour.
“Some things which hide in the darkness best stay there,” the Shade mumbled sleepily. Before any could respond he got up from his perch and rubbed his face with one hand, putting the bowl onto the counter with the other.
“I think he’s content with the chair, so that means I get to abuse his bed, maybe?” Charon ushered his wish for sleep –it was better than to ask Vendetta whether or not she should rest as well. Play the weak part; Charon was beyond caring at this point, besides, nothing good would come out of the drunken man before he had slept the worst of it off.

Vendetta just sighed at them both and cast Daika a warning glare for him to retaliate to the Shades remark as she followed Charon and looked through some cupboards scavenging for whatever there was and she bumped Charon with her hip neatly out the way as she pulled out some things and looked over to Daika, “You’d do well to learn some decorum.” She snapped as she looked to a fire and commented, “I suggest you start a fire.” She ordered and cut up some vegetables, glancing to Charon, “Don’t encourage him.”

She sighed and shook her head, thinking. If her and Charon were to deal with this and receive help from Elii and Daika, they would need to watch how they spoke. Well, in fact they only needed Elii’s help, Daika could go to Hell for all she cared. If there was a Hell and if there was, she was sure going down there and she half laughed to herself. She tossed some of the vegetables into a pot like thing hanging over a fire which Daika had reluctantly lit not daring to disobey the Rose when she was like this. She nodded to him once and looked to Charon, “Give it a second and it’ll be done.” She mumbled and cut up some meat, letting it cook separately for a while before tossing it in as well.

Elii made his appearance some minutes later, looking half drunk as he slumped into an armchair close to the fire, eyes hazy and glazed looking before he finally looked to Vendetta and murmured, half slurred, “Mercy, mm…” Vendetta rolled her eyes and fetched a blanket, it was peculiar to see how motherly like the Rose could be, resuming the duties and Arine had as teenagers before leaving and going their separate ways. She acted like a carer for the older Rose and Daika simply watched despite the fact it was his father being tended to. “Take some if you want it.” Vendetta motioned to the pot with the broth like substance in it and smiled to Charon with nod and turned to Elii who was grinning up to her like a satisfied child.

“Oh for goodness sakes!” Vendetta sighed quietly and remarked, “I thought you knew I had to speak with you about something of importance.” She didn’t lose her patience and simply looked to Daika, who frowned at her and let his eyes wander to Charon, eyebrows raised but he soon snapped out of it as Vendetta clicked her fingers slightly in front of his face, “Daika!”She shook her head and lowered her voice and tone, to that of a warning, “I mean it. I will not have you acting up and causing nothing but trouble.” She hissed quietly and Daika just snarled, “I will not let you walk freely to your death, Mercy.” Vendetta laughed a little at this, grasping his arm and muttering, “And why’s that? Love?” She challenged and then spat slightly, “Don’t you even dare! Don’t declare love on me whilst you flirt with others. Your love is nothing more than a poison and I will not return it. Heed my words, I will not warn you again. I already dealt with another.” She released him and then looked to Elii who was chuckling to himself, rosy cheeked and stupid looking.

“Play nice, Mercy. Ahaha! Play nice.” He giggled and Vendetta tossed a blanket around his shoulders, running a hand through her hair and looking as Daika spoke, “If Titov knows you are here, we will be killed.” He said steadily and Vendetta laughed at this, shaking her head and setting her gaze to the slightly older Rose.

“He already knows.”

Not many more dared to engage in conversation with the unfamiliar Shade, though that didn’t mean Charon would seclude himself once more to watch –in fact, he walked away from the hillside top to be truly alone, relishing in the silence which accompanied the rise of the sun and the end of the ceremony. Hopefully none would suddenly get the bright idea to attack him at this time, inebriated, hungry and tired. The kiss Vendetta graced the skin on his cheek with still burned and the sensation left Charon confused, his muddled mind overflowing with the odd and new events which had been ganging up on him as of late.
Like a little boy drug out of bed in the middle of the night Charon stood still, rubbing his eyes, swaying gently on his feet –unsteady, and blearily felt the warm rays of sun heat his cool skin. As if he felt himself awakening once more, felt the tall tendrils of darkness demanding blood, decay and death pilfer back towards the depths they came from to release his mind once more to his own; the transition remarkable. Listening to his lackadaisical breathing with closed eyes, the Shade -made darkness, came to the conclusion that he was sorely missing and craving Vendetta’s bright energy to cast a tepid glow through his body and mind once more. Yet to go and collect it would mean venturing towards the house she no doubt entered, and face Daika and all the other familiars in the dishonourable state he was in right then and there.

After a few minutes –perhaps an hour, he couldn’t really tell and time was fickle like that- of acclimatizing with the help of a tree for him to lean into, Charon finally dared to amble back in search of some food and Vendetta. His mind was still a mess, but there was no more thinking to do before it could be called over-thinking and for the moment it was enough to at least be able to think past the continuously churning voices and facets of possibilities and challenges –worries without possible conclusion.
Voices rang through the pale and sober morning, Daika’s baritone voice clashing sharply with Vendetta’s higher pitched one in an argument and Charon didn’t envy the man. Roses could be mean and venomous at times, Vendetta all the more so. Mercy was wrong, the woman had changed, yet the man that loved her clung to the past still; eagerly wanting to return her to her innocent and above all, younger self. Her personal vendetta had made it quite impossible and Charon had to smile, for his presence was instigator to her freedom, like a child finally able to show and reject its parents and grow up to become free and untamed. Sure, there would be mistakes, but Charon liked to think he wasn’t one of those.

Hand hovering above the doorknob Charon chuckled, finding his Shade-like qualities flaring up by listening in on their ‘private’ conversation and without knocking he entered the house –confident, bluffing to hide his dwindled power in the light of day.
“I won’t allow for Vendetta to die,” he supplied Daika in passing, “Unlike you –who weren’t there when the Council members sought to subjugate her soul for the greater good.” The grin he flashed Daika was one of slimy victory, meant to lure the other out of his shell, a challenge. It said: come, attack me, display just how lowly a creature you truly are, and have Vendetta –your Mercy- loathe you all the more.
“She would’ve died without me,” he drawled for extra effect. Off course, he failed to mention she had in fact earned that right by bringing him from the brink of death after he had been stabbed in a moment of carelessness by a poisoned knife. Glancing around the farm-house Charon spotted what must’ve acted as a kitchen, and without asking stalked over in search of something edible to satiate a hunger which was unlikely to ever be satisfied by food.

A Guardian. Vendetta couldn’t help but smile at the prospect and she dipped her head in acceptance, “Very well. I shall return the favor, Charon.”She said evenly and then listened to his words, realising he spoke the truth and it had been one song. One dance, she had said and she sort of regretted it now and she slid her hands down so they parted from him and bowed slightly, “Thank you for the dance then.”She kissed his cheek before spying that the night was almost over. A silent cue for her and she watched Charon go, slightly amused as she turned and walked by the fire, nodding to little Faith who was attempting the dance with her older brothers, failing however but it was an adorable sight none the less.

She took up the hillside position she had done some hours before to start the Ceremony and looked down at everyone, eyes glittering slightly as the horizon threatened to give birth to sun and she thought for a few moments, the crowd growing silent very slowly and she looked to the far off hills. Titov had fled there no doubt and was still watching, leering. She narrowed her gaze and sighed slightly,

“Where once was light,
Now darkness falls,
Where once was love,
Love is no more,
Don’t say goodbye…
Don’t say, We didn’t try.”

She paused for a second, catching herself and smirking, it was an old song, one Setheus had taught her to look to when her anger became too much to handle and now Titov would feel the malice in her voice,

“These tears you cry,
Are falling rain,
Take back the lies you told us,
The hurt, the blame,
And you will weep…
When you face the end alone.
You are lost, you can never go home.”

She made her way down the bank of the hillside as she finished, no music accompanying her this time as the crowds began to disperse, heading homewards, a low hum of talk as they said their farewells and such, Vendetta spared them little time. There was much more important matters to discuss and she looked to the farmhouse of Elii and Daika, drawing a breath and heading towards it, figuring Charon would guess this is where she would go.

She felt a rather rough tug on her arm and turned to see Daika, mentally groaning at the prospect of having to speak with him and she glared =, looking him up and down, wrenching her arm free as she said calmly, eyes betraying her anger, “What do you want, Daika?”She questioned him and he looked taken aback. “I want to know why you are truly here.” He replied and walked with her towards the house, falling silent as she cast him a look, “Myself and Charon need Elii’s help. Yours aswell. Nevertheless, I would have come if I didn’t.” She muttered and Daika hissed slightly, eyes blazing, “Is this about your foolish quest? I thought it was rumor! For the love of all things great, Mercy!” He snapped and Vendetta didn’t even flinch at his words as they walked and she stepped inside the home, grateful for the warmth.

“It’s no rumor.”She smiled slightly. Daika growled a little, jealousy and even envy taking him over, mostly directed at Charon, “So you travel with a Shade to your early grave?”he quizzed and Vendetta rolled her eyes, “Jealousy does no one any favors, Daika. I travel with the Shade because-“ She was cut off and she frowned as Daika snapped, “Because you forgot me and found him!” He looked upset, like a sulking child and Vendetta nodded, “Yes, correct. I forgot the womanizer that is you and found company . Grow up, Daika.”