821 Faltering Hero

"Master." 

They grazed me quickly. I heard the muted tear of fabric, felt a dull sting etched across my wrists as Amelia abruptly pulled away from me, and the next I knew - I was staring at Ash who had suddenly appeared standing just outside the corridor. 

Guess the allotted five minutes were up, and more punctual than a clock, here she was on the dot not a second later. 

Didn't really feel like five minutes though…

Amelia apparently decided it better than to linger. Without another look or even another word, the Elidna strode out of the darkness, passing Ash by with only the narrowest breadth, and with the distant cheering of a revitalized director having found again his surly muse… seems our conversation had come to a somewhat inconclusive end. 

And much like a typical vampiric affair, no doubt this discussion here would simply just continue to stalk me in every waking moment.