Recent content by Aristeia Darke

His answer had proven intriguing. Aristeia listened, word for word finding the enlightenment of Reikhurst worth the inquiry she started with. "Vampires..." The word made her smile, displaying her double set of canines that were synonymous with the Aszai. "Ah, I see now. How the banishment of...

Aristeia frowned as he spoke, the name that perplexed her repeated many times as her guest went on with his conversation. "Pardon me, but... Reikhurst? I am unfamiliar. Forgive me, I am not very knowledgeable of places this side of the continents..." Her nose scrunched delicately, as if there...

Relied flooded her quicker than her tea could reach her stomach. Her shoulders relaxed, and Aristeia offered the male a small smile. "Ah, order." And with a title that should ensure just as much. "That sounds like a weight upon you. There are those looking to you to see how you will lead...

Aristeia listened, all the while sipping from her tea and feeling a calmness the hot liquid gave her as it traveled inside her. "My sister is searching for a home too." Perhaps he knew of this. "And so I do hope you have good fortune in finding a place to call home." And if it be Alliria, that...

Intrigue had Aristeia still studying him as he made to sit and tested the sturdiness of the chair. Her lips pursed, waiting to see if indeed they had truly been tested but with groans and great persistence, the seat remained. Humour made the corners of her lips twitch upwards, and Aristeia...

Aristeia's eyes narrowed as she appraised him. He certainly dressed the way Winry had told her, and held a way of captivation that drew the eyes to his person. Afanas looked so odd out here in the bright garden, a crow amongst the wildflowers. His stare was long enough for him to size her up...

Alliria could not charm Aristeia into loving the city. It was far too noisy and busy for her liking, but the gardens found in the home of Lord Bancroft had been tailored to see to Aristeia's needs for peace. She was most grateful that the Lord and Lady Bancroft were adamant on making her...

Aristeia perused the letter and the ingredients proposed. It was a strange way to put together some aspects, but with her own understanding of poisonous properties, she could see what it was Lorenzo was trying to achieve. Delighted, but only able to communicate her amusement, she held onto the...

Aristeia's face turned into something of unfiltered curiosity. She watched the newcomer, unafraid to do so openly. Their host noticed, smiled, and gestured to Aristeia. "Have you met the Lady Aristeia Darke? She is quite the connoisseur on poisons. An enlightenment to converse with."...

There was no effort of pain across her expression, nor was there any other telltale signs that the blade made her suffer. Aristeia sucked in a breath as she felt the cool steel glide across, and whatever wound he opened, soon knitted back into the pale skin that covered her neck. Blood dripped...

Aristeia's eyes burned with contempt. "I do not need to confess to you, Unholy One." There were deeds done in the eyes of the gods that did not need to be shared. He could slit her throat, but she would heal. It had been some time she had seen her own flesh knit back over what should be...

Aristeia tried to tamper the pain that sprang to her eyes, but his words brought up old wounds she had been adamant in suppressing. "I already have." Her voice was low, a scratching underlying her words as if she were keeping emotion composed as much as she could.

A knife would not kill her. Aszai healing was greater than that of a human's, even when not fed on fresh blood. But to even threaten to spill her blood on these grounds already compromised, disturbed... that alone made her hesitate. Her eyes flicked to the strange gaze of the man, holding...

Aristeia had a tormentor once. When she was a Maiden of the Temple, another girl made it her mission to highlight the weaknesses of Aristeia in hopes to discredit her in the eyes of the gods so that she would not Ascend to becoming a Priestess. They had been some of the worst months of her...

"Lady Darke?" A young, and very handsome man smiled as Aristeia's attention was pulled to him. "I was hoping to have your hand for this dance." Her first instinct was to look to her sister, but Lorelei was nowhere to be seen nor did she answer Aris' questioning thoughts. Then her pale gaze...