Through a Wine Soaked Glass

[Talia Bracken]

A pause came. A short eternity of listening. To what? It might've been different for both. Finally she parted her lips, yet didn't speak for another second or go. She should go, she reckoned? It earned another look. Another raised brow. Another revealed moment of how unsure she seemed. Of course, Talia had just witness her kill. But it wasn't something new. Same ending, different play.

"If you want." She responded with an easy shrug. She didn't mind closing a bit of that distance. Not all of it. That would be up to her. "I've no control over you. The choice is yours." Stay or go, Talia would respect the decision. Assassination was not for everyone after all. And the newly turned had other concerns as well. As unique as she was, there had to be some similarities.

[Lucy Serrano]

It was perfectly okay that she wasn't understood. Lucy barely understood the own inner workings of her mind at this point. Taking lives was just on the cards for her now, and in such company it couldn't seem so bad. This was every day life.

But how could she be so calm? She was magnificent in her own way if that was genuine. It was daring how she stepped forward, but she had always been formidable.

"It's not this," Lucy tried, waving a hand between them. At the very least, that should have been known. She stepped forward, too, in a display she wasn't quite ready for. "You're just..."

How to explain it? She raised a hand and pressed it against her cheek as lightly as she could. Better that then reaching for her heart itself; "You're a lot. Right now."

[Talia Bracken]

Such turmoil in those eyes. But there was reassurance. It wasn't this. The space between them was gestured to, and that Talia could understand. She hadn't expected that was it. She was just...The rest trailed off yet she closed that distance. The assassin didn't tense as they came closer. Didn't flinch when a hand rested on her cheek as light as a feather. She was a lot right now. Clearly too much in that instance.

Another laugh left her, but this time soft. Gently she took the hand on her cheek in her own and held it. She could feel the difference now. Dealing with so many humans and vampires alike did that. "I can imagine." Maybe not exactly, but she could. It came with a kind smile, one that was honest. "If it's ever too much, just tell me."

[Lucy Serrano]

Acceptance came in the form of a hand against her own. Lucy wasn't shrugged away or flinched at for the difficulty she currently faced. How strange it was to find anyone so willing to just deal with someone they could easily walk away from. It wasn't over. It couldn't be.

"I'll find you." She reassured. This was hardly the end, and she would hardly struggle with the pursuit, "Or you'll find me."

And while she'd already established that as a bad thing, she knew it'd happen on some inevitable level. "Who knows, I might even find your house." Lucy added, with much determination.

[Talia Bracken]

She would find her, or it would be the other way around. Either way, they'd fine each other. They both seemed certain of that. Who knew? Maybe she would manage to find Talia's house. It came with a spark of determination. Something that only made her smile grow. "You've managed to surprise me before." Although truth, it came a little teasingly. She couldn't help it.

She gave the hand in her own a squeeze. Then let it go. She felt she'd conveyed enough. Although the gesture from her was unexpected, it wasn't unpleasant. Certainly something that would rarely happen. Interesting. "So is this goodbye for now?" From how the brunette was talking, it seemed that way.

[Lucy Serrano]

Lucy quickly doubted there was anything more difficult to find than then place an assassin chose to rest. Determination had to be necessary, and she could only hope that in due time assistance would find her if completely necessary.

A squeeze to her hand offered reassurance before she let go, and in that second Lucy allowed her hand to slip away. "Totally." She replied. Goodbye sounded like a strange concept - especially from someone who had been so determined to see their time together grow - but it felt necessary, too.

So she raised her hand again, this time in a wave with another step back against the one she'd just taken forwards. Then she left the building, knowing all too well how easy she'd be to track.