Fool's Rook [Closed]

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Kama snorted in derision from his position behind the desk, still finding ways to be haughty despite the previous transgressions to his jaw. "I will not be helping you," he said, brows tipping towards his bangs, and sounding as if the statement should have been obvious. Owen's childish turns of phrase were easily ignored by the doctor, accustomed to far more colorful descriptions being thrown around. Kama resisted the urge to worry at the wound across his lip with his tongue. As long as Owen was still standing, resolute, in his office he would not be giving him the satisfaction of nursing his wounds, literally and figuratively.

Dual-colored irises flicked up to level Owen's gaze, frowning at the fingers that was pushed in his direction. He certainly did mean those things, as his time in the other man's presence lingered on he was continuously reminded of why he purged Owen from Julianna's memories. His explosive anger and blinding selfishness had never been conducive to a working relationship. Why Julianna could never see that for herself was a question Kama would probably never have the answers too. He suspected it was guilt, or a morbid fascination, but he could never know for sure.

If Owen managed to find he wife again, managed to undo what he had done or make her fall for him all over again, Kama would be severing his ties with them. He loved his sister, he truly did, and it was too much to watch her go through what he had witnessed all over again.

As usual Owen was caught up in himself, quips coming to quickly for Kama to bother responding to them all. The doctor watched the way the blonde drew fingers over his desk, an immature and possessive desire to keep his things from being touched rose up in him, but he smothered into the back of his mind.

"Are Victoria and Sairus the only thing you have to hold over me?" Kama asked, shrugging his shoulders. He kept his voice low as he laced his fingers on top of his desk, and leaned forward to mimic Owen's closeness. The hushed tone of their voices was truly for dramatic effect, because if they were truly trying to keep Sai out of the conversation they would have to be much more subtle. "If the polyamorous relationship I offered my wife to make her happy is the only thing you have against me, than you should probably rethink your imaginary position of power."

He leaned back in his chair again, glancing away from Owen and over his shoulder to where Sairus still stood like a silent sentry behind them. "I have a lot of work to do, Owen," he explained casually, as if their conversation had at any point been pleasant. He stood, pulling his lab coat from the back of his chair. "I'd like to get back to it, if you're done wasting my time." He put the coat on as he walked to the door, letting his rhetorical last words hang in the air as he moved past Sairus and disappeared back into the bustle of the hospital.

Sairus pushed the door closed as the Darkwillow sibling disappeared, leaving himself trapped in the room with a particularly venomous Owen. "I have some information about Julianna. If you're willing to listen," he said, his rumbling tones implied he was less willing to put up with Owen's attitude than Kama was.