Brown-black orbs narrowed on the growling beast of a man-creature that stepped in front of other. Was he expected to be afraid of such a show? Of such a being posturing in front of him? Internally, he was rolling his eyes; on the outside his mouth slowly curled into a smile. His lashes lowered further—casually wrought with something sinister and sensual, perhaps a little wanting. It was as though he was saying, ‘I dare you.’
Instead, he said in clipped tones laden with accent, «Have you the intention of drawing that? Please do.» And then he snorted, looking to the side just so as if to say the other man wasn’t worth the ounce of power his pinky finger contained. His hands moved to rest on his hips, in the process drawing the silken fabric of his jacket back and revealing more of his abdomen.
Soon enough, however, he turned to look back at the other man as he introduced himself and stepped around the guard—Decland, apparently. His brows rose, thin black lines arching curiously as he spoke. A measure of relief swept through him that he could be understood. He was not sure how much time had passed, but it had to be a great deal that he could not recognize what Elliot was wearing.
«I can’t imagine I am,» he murmured as his brows lowered and his schooled his features. The Veridian Isles? Ah... yes. He had a vague recollection of such a place. Lynxs. The brat guard... he should have known. He laughed within his own mind, but revealed nothing of the humor externally.
So, a Prince Regent... A man of temporary power then, but much better than he could have hoped. Then again, anyone who had managed to get past Cedric’s wards and traps was...well, not impressive by Xiah’s standards, but certainly nothing—no one—that should be overlooked. Beyond that, he had managed to figure out how to untrap Xiah from the book—no small feat.
The Page gave a small sigh through his nose, more of an exhale—something mixed with vexation and resignation. «I don’t have much time before I revert back to my previous form. In order to continue to exist in this manner I must create a contract with you. Then we can discuss what it is you want from me, and I you.
«Assuming, that is, you summoned me with intention using the power I possess for your own means.» Were it in his ability to force their tie, he would. But Cedric had been irritatingly careful in how he ...remade him.
Still, he had his own goals—questions. This man could very well help him achieve all of that. One did not knock on the door of the damned so carelessly, after all.
Instead, he said in clipped tones laden with accent, «Have you the intention of drawing that? Please do.» And then he snorted, looking to the side just so as if to say the other man wasn’t worth the ounce of power his pinky finger contained. His hands moved to rest on his hips, in the process drawing the silken fabric of his jacket back and revealing more of his abdomen.
Soon enough, however, he turned to look back at the other man as he introduced himself and stepped around the guard—Decland, apparently. His brows rose, thin black lines arching curiously as he spoke. A measure of relief swept through him that he could be understood. He was not sure how much time had passed, but it had to be a great deal that he could not recognize what Elliot was wearing.
«I can’t imagine I am,» he murmured as his brows lowered and his schooled his features. The Veridian Isles? Ah... yes. He had a vague recollection of such a place. Lynxs. The brat guard... he should have known. He laughed within his own mind, but revealed nothing of the humor externally.
So, a Prince Regent... A man of temporary power then, but much better than he could have hoped. Then again, anyone who had managed to get past Cedric’s wards and traps was...well, not impressive by Xiah’s standards, but certainly nothing—no one—that should be overlooked. Beyond that, he had managed to figure out how to untrap Xiah from the book—no small feat.
The Page gave a small sigh through his nose, more of an exhale—something mixed with vexation and resignation. «I don’t have much time before I revert back to my previous form. In order to continue to exist in this manner I must create a contract with you. Then we can discuss what it is you want from me, and I you.
«Assuming, that is, you summoned me with intention using the power I possess for your own means.» Were it in his ability to force their tie, he would. But Cedric had been irritatingly careful in how he ...remade him.
Still, he had his own goals—questions. This man could very well help him achieve all of that. One did not knock on the door of the damned so carelessly, after all.
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