John sighed, and turned to Davis. "I am not sure about your bar plan anymore. Somehow changed my mind." He then looked at him. "I just want to be with her. But I guess that's just a crazy utopia now. I might aswell jump off this balcony." He chuckled. "Don't worry, just kidding."
Night was slowly falling on Clay's estate.
[10:46:32] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): And actually, the KU Dessie is the best GB.
[19:29:19] Joseph (Aphil): SCRA|CPW-Capitalism.
Davis looked at his comm link and saw that Sinclair was on his way. He laughed at him but his smile went dark as he remembered what happened to his family in The Kusarian war and his smile went back on when he knew that Christina was in his heart.
" Lad no woman is worth killing yourself for. Believe me Layla maybe is not your match it happens. Some day after now you will meet a lovely lass that will not forgive you and take you like a warm bred. Oh and Jonathan Sinclair will come as well."
After hearing that clay want to change his plans Davis looked at him very seriously
" What are you kidding dont go all lassy on me lad'don't you changed your mind cause of Layla. Don't worry lad tonight you will meet some other lovely girls like on your batcher party. "
Davis smirks as he remembers John's Batcher party .
At this moment a fighter flew past the last glimpses of the sun, throwing a shadow over the villa. While it set down, the sound of the engine was disturbing the silence of the evening. A tall, muscular man jumped out of the cockpit, gave the villa a quick look and started walking towards it. Sinclair had arrived.
"Charles, we're not divorced yet. I am not going to cheat her. No way. You know, I was suffering from the very moment she left my hospital room. I'm sorry." He then noticed a Templar landing. "Who's that?" He asked Davis, watching the man closely.
[10:46:32] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): And actually, the KU Dessie is the best GB.
[19:29:19] Joseph (Aphil): SCRA|CPW-Capitalism.
Alright it sure must look beatiful in this evening light.
Mike walked after Layla which was leading the way out into the back of the estate and out into the gardens.
They arrived at a big glassdoor and Layla opened them letting the summer breeze into the estate and then walking out into the Gardens.
From the glassdoors there was a path straight on, alonside the trees where arranged, many smaller paths made out of stone plates lead away from the main path and lead to sitting tables and small hedge gardens.
Looking further out one could again see the shadows of the mountains but with the sun at their backs they didn't have to shield their eyes to look at them.
Mike noticed that one had a nice overview over the fields since the estate was a bit higher than the rest of the land.
Wow this is just breathtaking.
Mike observed and took a look around seeing all the flowers with different colours that where too arranged in a nice order.
This is really beautiful.
Mike said looking at the mountains and tried to put his right arm around Layla.
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Absent-mindedly Layla listened to Mike's attempts to make her recognize the beauty of a night on Cambridge just after sunset in the well-cultivated park around the estate. "Yeah, we've got gardeners taking care of this stuff, the arrangement of the plants and trees was chosen by me and Johnny though." They were sitting on a bench which allowed sight on the small, narrow valley below on whose hillsides all kind of shrubbery seemed to sputter out of the soil; tiny, weak plants, which were eventually to grow bigger if they weren't cut down accordingly...
Mike's blatantly obvious attempts of approaching her didn't quite make her feel uncomfortable, it just made her more annoyed. But maybe her interpretation of his signals were wrong, maybe he merely meant to console her? It was a circle Layla couldn't get out of in this moment: rejecting everything and everyone around her.
As she perceived Mike getting closer to her she moved away an inch and cleared her throat: "What do you think about Davis, by the way? Don't you agree that he can be real annoying sometimes?"
"Look at her I want you to take a good look at her. She doesn't like you any more Bloody hell don't get soft now lad she give up to easel y so she doesn't even care about you any more. Oh thats Jonathan Sinclair another member of our wing. "
Davis took a deep sigh and waited for Sinclair to show up .
John frowned. "Our former wing, you mean." He chuckled, looking at this man walking towards the estate. "I don't recognize him. I wonder where Layla is anyway... Umm,I know her name!" That's right, he just recalled her name. Maybe his memory is indeed coming back?
At the same time, he's starting to realise that it might be too late for fixing things up, and maybe that Davis was right, and it would be better to give up. John's not determined to do it though, despite this big conflict inside him.
[10:46:32] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): And actually, the KU Dessie is the best GB.
[19:29:19] Joseph (Aphil): SCRA|CPW-Capitalism.
Layla leaned forward and rested her elbows on the thighs which actually was more of a masculine sitting posture. "He's an ungentle, impulsive brute, in my opinion. But you will keep that for yourself of course... Unfortunately he's now my main supervisor, it used to be Johnny, was a lot easier, you know..." She sighed and leaned back, staring in the night. After a pause of maybe half a minute she stood up and said: "I gotta move my feet, let's get on the east side."