ย ย it's in the eye of the cyclone, where his and Sunday's presence collide in a space where the latter is in control, that Kaeya thinks back in the dark of his eyelids.
ย ย now, about him... there's the clinking of ice cubes in a glass. gonna be honest with ya, he's a real nutcase. i'm not sending you here with a light heart- but if there's someone who can get to him, it's you. honest, with good manners, always saying thank you and pleases... oh, he's gonna think he got you wrapped around his damn pinky finger. he'll want to bend you to see how long it takes him to break you. but what did i taught ya, eh?
ย ย it's with the taste of a chocolate milkshake that Kaeya answers; that strays cannot be broken.
ย ย and it's with a proud grin that shows off far more teeth he's supposed to have that he's sent off, shadows bleeding around him.ย
ย ย the halovian is still in front of him, perfectly pleasant and polite, when lashes flutter back open. yet, there's an accusation in his voice that isn't entirely untruthful.
ย ย ' my apologies about the breach, ' his voice is soft silk, almost contrite. ' my need to meet you was urgent, and i didn't wanted to disrupt their already terribly busy work by having to explain a thing that they couldn't understand. ' a small pause. ' we would have gone in circles for quite a while, i'm afraid. '
ย ย everything is going smoothly- but Kaeya is uneasy.
ย ย he was uncomfortable the second he stepped out of the secret reverie the comforting presence of his mentor was in. he was uncomfortable while making his way towards this meeting...
ย ย and with the presence of Harmony in the room, he's aware of one thing-
ย ย he's far from Harmonic.
ย ย he's an incognita that none of The Family took into consideration- an anomaly. an enigma. it's his advantage and his doom both, if he makes the wrong move in the chess game that started the second he stepped on stage.
ย ย his compliments are as venomous as snake bites. still, with the invitation clear, boots clack over the marble floor to get himself closer to the halovian- until they're standing almost face to face, a few meters parting them from a single touch.
ย ย ' thank you for agreeing to this. i'm honored that you'd want to listen to me. '
ย ย there's something... something else that crawls over his skin. yet, Kaeya stands unmoving- unflinching, hands tucked back in loose pockets after they have shown no threats.
ย ' to start with, i must ask you a question- '
ย ย it peeves him, he realizes. it peeves him to undo part of his work, to unshroud the fog he carefully crafted around it, a cloud hiding the soft snowflakes on the inside. something tells him that this man will not only not understand- but make things difficult for him, somewhat.
ย ย he could be wrong. Kaeya hopes that he is.
ย ย a deep sigh, lips parting to exhale- he allows the mud of fictionality to spit out what he needs.
ย ย ' -what do you know about the Great Catastrophe? '
