just a little fanfic of the all illusive immortal.
disclaimer: i dont own anything :(
(revised)
Dartemis' POV
I leaned back in the uncomfortable chair, sipping my drink and revelling in the flavour. I had never, in over the millennium of my existence, tasted anything like it. The creamy smoothness as it slid down my throat, the warm fuzziness as it hit my stomach, and the absolute satisfaction it gave... it was beyond breathtaking.
I would have to teach Janah to make these. I smiled at the thought. I missed my otherworldly companion; not to mention my magnificent pets. They were both brilliant philosophers. Our conversations lasted for days and never came to any definite conclusion. Janah would, no doubt care for them as he would his own children. I sighed... children.
I did not fully approve of my brother's method of gaining an advantage over Lathenia. If it were that simple, she would have thought of it long ago. There was no guarantee that it would work; his last attempt had failed. But I understood his motives; another immortal would bring infinite advantages to the Guard, especially since I was helpless to do anything as Lathenia thinks I'm dead.
I sighed again and took stock of my surroundings. I was in a coffee shop somewhere in Angel Falls, near Veridian. Apparently, it was called Starbucks, as indicated by the sign outside. It was mostly empty. There was a young man sitting in the farthest corner from me. I could feel the power he possessed. It was there, emanating from deep within his soul. He was a Guard member or maybe even from the Order. He was leaning over, gazing intently at a book that lay before him. I listened in to his thoughts, but he was concentrating on nothing but the complicated math questions he was trying to solve.
I took another sip of my mocha. The lady who had taken my order was leaning against the counter, flipping through a magazine while making bubbles with an elastic pink material until it popped. It was quite annoying.
A couple sat two tables down from me, staring lovingly into each other's eyes. I gave them some privacy and re-averted my eyes back to the newspaper sprawled on the table in front of me. I was not really reading; I had no concern for human politics.
That was when it happened
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