#ayla 003.

Ex’s— a bitter sounding word that the demon was still struggling to accept and while Isaac didn’t sport it on his exterior, a burning sensation flooded him at her mere presence. They’d always loved her, even now as the soft red glow of the bar highlighted all Ayla’s features and unveiled bits of her other side. The side that was a beautiful creature capable of being terrible. Unconsciously, he nibbled at his bottom lip, nursing a cocktail that some lower creature had bought for him hours ago. Fingertips idly played with the water ringed napkin as his sapphire irises continued to look upon all that once was and could have been. An eladrin, that’s what he had heard around town, though he knew that Ayla hadn’t told him because she didn’t want him to know. But even in an overly populated city such as Rome, secrets couldn’t be kept forever and eventually those unwanted things would come to the surface. He’d leave it be for now, see what festered from the dust clouds and the rebuilding of a broken community before prying too much. It played at his pride, but while it was a rarity, she had more than earned his respect over the centuries. “I came by to make sure you were okay,” a melodious tongue despite the hurriedness that tried to leak in, a water downed beverage being more than enough evidence to convict him of falsehoods.