Outside the bacheca of floor-to-ceiling windows was a maze of red steepled roof tops. Patches of green disrupted the city scape and, winding aimlessly through it at its own free will, was the wayward Spree. The rain had ceased and rays of sun beamed through the spent clouds to create glittering spotlights on the dark river's surface. Taped to the window's surface just above eye level were polaroid pictures of the city taken from different heights and angles. The river appeared in the montage again and again, populated with boats o bridges o pedestrians.
"I Amore it here." Ana jumped at the voice behind her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Callaghan apologized with his gentle smile as he approached her, offering a glass of honey colored drink. "Are te feeling better?"
"Yes, thank you." She accepted the drink and turned back to the view, her cheeks burning in embarrassment over her earlier moment of weakness. Vomiting in front of the warlock was not how she had planned on starting her visit. "The river is beautiful. It winds so freely through the city, forcing the humans to build around it. Unruly and demanding. The way a force of nature should be."
There was a long silence that passed before the redhead realized the warlock was starring at her with that amused smile. She blushed and looked down at her cup. "What is this anyway? It's delicious."
"You've never had mela, apple succo, succo di frutta before?" Callaghan asked with a chuckle. He noticed her blush intensify and quickly explained, "It's to help te rehydrate. My mom used to give it to my little brother when he was often sick as a toddler. The sweetness also helps get rid of the taste after getting sick." The young man was relieved to see his guest smile and offered a place on the white leather sofa facing the view.
As she sat, the warlock did his best not to stare. Both of them had been soaked da the rain, so he had offered her a change of clothes as soon as they had returned to the apartment. Now his dark green flannel fell halfway to her pale, freckle dappled knees, completely concealing the pair of frayed black shorts that had been left behind in the apartment da some long forgotten one-night-stand. Callaghan cleared his throat and looked to the beautiful city to distract himself. "So, your sister..."
"Oh, yes... I'm so sorry about that. I was overwhelmed and acted completely out of my head. I've been having these terrible nightmares, and when I panicked in the streets this awful feeling came rushing over me." Ana realized how fast she was talking and took a sip of her sweet drink to keep from admitting she had seen a visage of her sister in the street. It had only been a figment of her frightened mind. There was no reason to sound crazy da bringing it up.
"I'm sorry she put te through so much." Callaghan's voice was filled with such sincerity that the girl's expression was startled when she looked toward him. He realized that her bright eyes matched his camicia astonishingly well, and his fingers shamelessly itched for his camera. "You don't...have to say that," the red head recovered slowly.
"No, but someone must."
His words made Ana's throat tighten. She quickly looked away, breaking his soft, intense gaze. "I think I'm still feeling a bit under the weather," she muttered. Thankfully the warlock accepted the excuse. He stood and led her to a room on the secondo floor. Ana followed him up the winding glass staircase to a bedroom as black and white as the rest of the grand apartment. It was simply decorated, clearly a guest bedroom. Before the girl could escape to the king sized bed, Callaghan suddenly stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder. The motion made her jump and there was a subtle flinch in his calm demeanor. With a pang Ana remembered injuring him in Venice. There was surely a scar hidden under his t-shirt's sleeve. "I'm sorry," he apologized again. "I feel like I've been so ungentlemanly tonight. Let me make it up to you. How about cena later tonight?" At her hesitation he quickly added, "Nothing fancy. There's a pub close da that my brothers and I go to when we're all in town. te can even wear what you've got on."
The eagerness of his proposal, his insistence on being a proper host when he was so clumsy at it, made Ana smile. "Okay. I'd like that."
When the warlock returned the smile, the girl nearly cracked with guilt. But her smile stayed in place until the door clicked shut. She leaned against the door and reminded herself to stay focused. The way Callaghan acted, all bright eyes and smiles, made her wonder who he had practiced such wooing on. How many other girls had worn his camicia o slept in this apartment?
The assumption about his character could have been unfair, but Ana had been raised learning the hard way that not being careful would lead to trouble. She had learned to stay on guard, to sneak, to steal, to fight, and most importantly, to get whatever information she needed. All those skills had helped her become an adept spy. And this was just another mission.
"I Amore it here." Ana jumped at the voice behind her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Callaghan apologized with his gentle smile as he approached her, offering a glass of honey colored drink. "Are te feeling better?"
"Yes, thank you." She accepted the drink and turned back to the view, her cheeks burning in embarrassment over her earlier moment of weakness. Vomiting in front of the warlock was not how she had planned on starting her visit. "The river is beautiful. It winds so freely through the city, forcing the humans to build around it. Unruly and demanding. The way a force of nature should be."
There was a long silence that passed before the redhead realized the warlock was starring at her with that amused smile. She blushed and looked down at her cup. "What is this anyway? It's delicious."
"You've never had mela, apple succo, succo di frutta before?" Callaghan asked with a chuckle. He noticed her blush intensify and quickly explained, "It's to help te rehydrate. My mom used to give it to my little brother when he was often sick as a toddler. The sweetness also helps get rid of the taste after getting sick." The young man was relieved to see his guest smile and offered a place on the white leather sofa facing the view.
As she sat, the warlock did his best not to stare. Both of them had been soaked da the rain, so he had offered her a change of clothes as soon as they had returned to the apartment. Now his dark green flannel fell halfway to her pale, freckle dappled knees, completely concealing the pair of frayed black shorts that had been left behind in the apartment da some long forgotten one-night-stand. Callaghan cleared his throat and looked to the beautiful city to distract himself. "So, your sister..."
"Oh, yes... I'm so sorry about that. I was overwhelmed and acted completely out of my head. I've been having these terrible nightmares, and when I panicked in the streets this awful feeling came rushing over me." Ana realized how fast she was talking and took a sip of her sweet drink to keep from admitting she had seen a visage of her sister in the street. It had only been a figment of her frightened mind. There was no reason to sound crazy da bringing it up.
"I'm sorry she put te through so much." Callaghan's voice was filled with such sincerity that the girl's expression was startled when she looked toward him. He realized that her bright eyes matched his camicia astonishingly well, and his fingers shamelessly itched for his camera. "You don't...have to say that," the red head recovered slowly.
"No, but someone must."
His words made Ana's throat tighten. She quickly looked away, breaking his soft, intense gaze. "I think I'm still feeling a bit under the weather," she muttered. Thankfully the warlock accepted the excuse. He stood and led her to a room on the secondo floor. Ana followed him up the winding glass staircase to a bedroom as black and white as the rest of the grand apartment. It was simply decorated, clearly a guest bedroom. Before the girl could escape to the king sized bed, Callaghan suddenly stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder. The motion made her jump and there was a subtle flinch in his calm demeanor. With a pang Ana remembered injuring him in Venice. There was surely a scar hidden under his t-shirt's sleeve. "I'm sorry," he apologized again. "I feel like I've been so ungentlemanly tonight. Let me make it up to you. How about cena later tonight?" At her hesitation he quickly added, "Nothing fancy. There's a pub close da that my brothers and I go to when we're all in town. te can even wear what you've got on."
The eagerness of his proposal, his insistence on being a proper host when he was so clumsy at it, made Ana smile. "Okay. I'd like that."
When the warlock returned the smile, the girl nearly cracked with guilt. But her smile stayed in place until the door clicked shut. She leaned against the door and reminded herself to stay focused. The way Callaghan acted, all bright eyes and smiles, made her wonder who he had practiced such wooing on. How many other girls had worn his camicia o slept in this apartment?
The assumption about his character could have been unfair, but Ana had been raised learning the hard way that not being careful would lead to trouble. She had learned to stay on guard, to sneak, to steal, to fight, and most importantly, to get whatever information she needed. All those skills had helped her become an adept spy. And this was just another mission.
Likes: Fast Things
Best Friend: Becca Stevens
Loves: Racing the wind
Dislikes: Being slow
Worst Habit: Talkingsuperfast
Personal Secret: I used to data Nightwing
preferito Food: Cannolis
preferito Color: Green
Code Name: Red X
Mentor/Inspiration: The Flash
Relations: None
Base of Operations: The Resistance Headquarters
Personal Home: New York
Occupation: Hero
Job: None ya business
Team: The Resistance
What Symbolizes You: Wind
Biggest Regret: Not falling in love
Dream Career: What I’m doing
Most recente Nightmare: Loosing everyone I love
Spirit Animal: Butterfly