#flashback:adatiel

[viktorofada]

@adatiiel location: home sweet home, somewhere not in Rome notes: Flashback because she in prison, maybe a few days before she went to Rome

Viktor didn't go home as often as he should have, maybe he was a bit of a disappointment in that regard, but he still went home. Rather, called his mom who was never far away by virtue of her own telepathy. By moral standards he wouldn't have called himself good, from everything that Adatiel had begrudgingly told him about her siblings it didn't sound like any of them were particularly good. Maybe she was the exception, pallor and death, her candour made a great deal of sense when you took that into consideration.

A blade in hand, Viktor moved and turned it with practiced grace and ease. He remembered the face that she had made when he'd conjured his first seraph blade, proud in a motherly way, but sad in the sense that she'd have to watch him potentially follow in her family's footsteps. "Mom," the blade blade dissipated, "I wasn't expecting you." He smiled and moved towards the seraphim to embrace her.