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And she probably wouldn’t be able to until he told her his name. Oh well. That made it more fun.
Her lips curved upward at the thought, her smile becoming dangerous, as she reached forward to grasp his hand in a handshake with a simple introduction. His skin felt rough against hers, and she almost shivered, but she held back her reaction. Gesturing towards the comfortable red velvet chair situated in front of her desk, Sandrine placed herself there behind the great wooden structure. With a tilt of her head, she observed the stranger once more, her dark eyes sweeping over his for in one curious glance.
“So,” she started, her voice as smooth as glass, “care to tell me why you have made an appointment with me?” [/style] template made by oxymoron! of back to neverland
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[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;][STYLE= font: 7pt verdana; width: 300px; line-height: 11px; padding: 5px 5px 5px 25px; text-align: justify; color: #111; text-transform: lowercase; border-left: 2px solid #9CC290; margin-left: 40px;]A blonde would do, he had thought. They never looked all too bright, and maybe it would be smart to allow the informant to under-estimate him. But now, at the door, maybe played the part of the dumbfounded idiot too well. He stared at her like a fish trapped behind this strange glass box of an aquarium, for just a moment.
His twin snakes shuddered against his bones, hissing in his ears to leave. To get out while there might still be a chance. They could smell on of their own kind. The air reeked of crushed scales that made her lipstick shine, and they knew their masters heart well enough to be afraid of this particular Waker.
Look away, at least, you fool! His demons hissed, and suddenly, his eyes darted to the little details of their setting, roving around as he collected his wits. A terrible pain and loneliness gathered in him, and a disappointed and lonely heart-string, like a violin out of tune, made his serpents wince with disgust.
"O-of course, of course," he said, while she shook his hand for the both of them. Zahhak managed to keep it firm, his mellow, molasses eyes falling into hers, barely a smile on his lips.
Soon, the were situated for their conference. She had always liked the color red as if it were a special flavor of candy. He had never understood why this detail, like man is clueless about jewelry and perfume.
"Yes, I am searching for an old friend of mine." The middle-aged blonde man, who still hadn't removed his coat, spoke softly, comfortably easing into the chair and distracting himself with a glance out the window. "It has been nearly twenty years since I last saw her. I was some trouble back when I was young, and I stopped seeing her without an explanation. But now, I regret leaving her. No one has known me quite as well, even if, now, we might not be the same people as we were back then. But I regret the past. I want to apologize and see if she has aged as well as I, haha. I dislike bearing regrets. They are a bother. You know, are quite famous at locating people? And I am afraid this woman is quite the goddess."
He winked, and smiled as if he were the detective. However, he continued with a puzzled tone. "I tried to make inquiries on my own, but I ran into trouble. Have you heard of a fellow called Zahhak?" his lazy, nonchalant and second glance out the window hid a soul squeezing two snakes with anxiety. "I was told to contact him if I wished to speak with her, but I don't know how. It said so in a note that was forwarded to me earlier this week," he cut it there. Why taint the air with more lies? (So much fun!) [/style][style=width: 200px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #757575;]made by prism of btn and ls~[/style]
HIDDEN in plain sight is a modern-day supernatural noir game set in New York City and sprawling the rest of America. Magic is real, and so are angels, ghosts, gods, vampires, and witches. It doesn't matter if you believe in them, because they're coming for you either way.
( TOSKA ) - Head admin, your go-to for anything HIDDEN related
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( ORIGINAL SITE BY KATYA ) - Original site, templates, skin, ideas, and system all by Katya. Other ideas belong to their original owners
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