There's a brief moment of chill as they pass through the shadow, ending as it deposits them on the bed in the shielded room at Sariel's house.

Sariel slides a hand under Nagi's shirt, running cool fingers along his spine.

Really, Father. I don't even HAVE an office. I suppose my studio could count as a workplace.

(The scary part is that that percentage likelihood is probably not that far off.)

Sariel's LOL was not just a memory change. It was quite comprehensive. His reality changed, though only his. He lives in the Nexus now, in a sprawling, one-story affair with large windows and roofed walkways between the different wings. His paintings are all there, with the notable exceptions of the ones that involve Raziel. Even the painting he ( Read more... )