The most tragic Juliet
It was raining in Lasria. The air was cold and biting. And even sharper than the cold was the metal glaive that he carried. Hayden Tenno switched his glaive to his right hand in a flash. It was him. It was his power, and his only really valuable weapon. He thought of it as a friend. But sometimes he wished it could bring the same comfort that she had. That same closeness. Yes, his glaive always was there. It helped him conquer the dead and breathe power from the broken. But so was she, until she had vanished, the moment the Technocyte virus was given to him. Hayden sighed and continued his walk to the main building.
Maria. She had the same beautiful violet eyes that showed the power to drain one's soul. Her hair gleamed purple in the new sunlight, and it was the softest of all silks. Her smile was that of the nymph he loved. Her tight clothing outlined her slender figure, making Hayden feel slightly as though he was looking at her when he shouldn't. Those voluptuous hips, the waist that his hand would fit perfectly around, and the soft curve of her breasts. He wanted all of it. And yet he knew he could barely reach.
Her silky voice that could lull you into an eternal sleep spoke, just Hayden remembered, but with actually concern. Her voice chilled him far more than the Colossus or Stalker could have ever done. "It's you." She turned her violet eyes upon him, and he felt them tearing at his being. He was overcome with a desire, and fear. He was the reason she stared the sharpest of ice at him. And although she made no contact, it pained him all the same. He responded slowly, "It is."
"I would have thought you would have forgotten this place." She replied, not taking her eyes from his; she held him there; torturing him, as he could not leave or break the gaze.
Hayden found himself laughing without humor. "Of course I remembered this place. This is where-"
A sound of shots cracked through the air above him.
"But it's not as safe anymore, now is it, Tenno?" She asked coldly. Hayden did not have a response. He couldn't take his eyes off Maria. He drank in the sight of her.
"Hayden, I know you'd like to stare at me, but why don't we go somewhere we can talk? That's less risky?" She said, as she snatched a bullet from the air, which barely missed Hayden.
They were different now. Hayden had gone through a lot. And he knew nothing more than what the two of them would share during their hours alone.
