Luca

Luca placed a steadying hand upon Erila’s shoulder. Long dark hair hung within his face and draped just over his shoulders. It was as beautiful as silk and seemed almost to shine. A smile turned upon his soft lips, his eyes filled with only tender concern, while his touch was firm yet gentle. His smooth calm face held something of innocence, giving him an angelic appearance. It was precisely these qualities that made Luca remarkably dangerous.

            "I am fine" Erila said keeping her voice as level as possible, she knew now was not the time to waver, she had to put everything else out of her mind and keep a level head. "I was just feeling a bit faint, perhaps too much wine." She dared not to look to him nor meet his gaze, but kept her eyes fixed ahead of her, out into the night. Luca remained though his hand dropped from her shoulder. He seemed to hover over her, like a predator crouched over its prey ready to spring. And yet his face and manner betrayed nothing of possible malice. "You appear upset" His voice was barely more then a gentle hush, so that if one was not paying particular attention they might entirely miss what he said. He was a tall lean figure, and showed nothing of processing any great physical prowess, though did not appear sickly and it was impossible to think of him as weak however he looked. His hands were quite large and strong, with long elegant fingers that appeared as if they were made to play the piano, and yet always his touch was feather light.

            Erila felt her heart pounding in her breast and suddenly the corset she wore felt as if it were bound too tight around her, as if she could not breath. Though Luca had never been anything but a gentleman to her, he was indeed a gentleman to everyone, whenever he was near, she could not help but to feel her fight or flight instinct kick into high gear, and she just wanted to run, to just run and run, and never look back, but she must contain herself. She muscled enough strength to turn and face him, but still her eyes could not quite meet his. She was careful with her words, she did not wish to seem as if she was putting him off nor did she want to appear disingenuous. "I thank you for your concern. But I think I will be alright, I shall just take a walk in the open air, and all will be well."

            He watched her with a hawk’s sharp eye, though without betraying his softness, his senses were in tune to every aspect of her. Her sent filled his nostrils, and he could almost taste her upon the air, no movement she made, not the slightest twitch or single blink escaped him. And his senses told him three very key things. For one the scent of alcohol was very faint upon her, she had hardly anything to drink at all, two, her heart rate had suddenly quickened, and three, there lingered about her a salty tangy scent which was produced most commonly by sweat or tears. "I could walk you home. I hate to think of you alone when you are not feeling altogether well."

            A curious sensation flashed over Erila which she had to fight strongly against. Deep down inside of her, she felt the sudden urge to say yes, her rage at Fenton had begun to rise above her fear. It would serve him well if she had turned to Luca for comfort, but of course she could not do that. It was pure madness and she knew the feeling would pass, at least she prayed it did, whatever would happen between her and Fenton now, she did not know, but she could not punish herself in some game of spite for it. "Thank you, but I like to walk alone" She would give him no further chance to rebut but instead turned and began to walk down the cobble stone path which lead away from the manor.

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