An insight on the Senator.

[Eban]

Eban lit his pipe on the lone flickering candle in the room, watching the glow of his reflection in the vanity. The past three nights have been difficult, to say the least; yet none of it seemed to matter. Everything has been happening so fast, from a spread of Kaylor's sudden desertion, apologizing and eventually risking his life for Vlad, too a first dance. That Beul.. fellow had really became a thorn in the Senators side, he had already endangered a former friend, and now intended to make use of Eban in the same manner. Already he has sacrificed, been forced to realize the wrong in his past with Vlad, and learned of the stupidity in selfless actions; it' starting to get out of hand.

He quietly got up to check the locks on the door, there would be no visit from his most recent friend this eve. Giving a content nod to no one in particular, he returned to his place in front of the mirror. To be honest, he was rather enjoying the recent chaos, perhaps it truly is the only thing for which he is suited. He took another drag from his finely crafted pipe, smoke spilling from the bowl, only to cascade into the fog that now lingered around him.

"'Ope da smell don' wake 'er" Eban thought, turning slowly in his stool to examine the other in the room. She was sound asleep. The soft glow of the candle teased her cheek, revealing only a glimpse of the beauty that her red hair framed. Time was lost in his thoughts about her smile, her rare occasional laugh...his lips curved upward as he remembered the time she broke his nose; things seem harder to forget when they throb. Eban couldn't remember a lass who he could stare at, and I mean really stare at... for ten seconds, or ten minutes, without even noticing. That small shimmer across the room dwarfed the importance of everything around him, making this and every other struggle seem worth the price. Maybe he had finally found his missing piece; for to love is one thing, to love in secret is quite another. A secret is like a magic trinket... keeping one close makes one invincible, though his actions of late show his care for her, he's been invincible sense she saved his life.

Snapping back into reality, he smothered the flame of his pipe, and slowly paced across the room. He quietly lowered himself to the floor, leaning back against the wall with a view of both her and the door. Both gates were locked, his kryss was at his side, things were safe. Stealing one more glance before he closed his eyes, Eban had but a single thought before he drifted to sleep; "If Mr. Bluevadeer is goin' ta drag meh away from 'er... eh betta brin' a feckin' armeh."