Something in the vast and wretched thing seemed to change, For a second. Or rather- Less than a second, Really. Just a brief flicker of a hint, Distant but visible, If just barely. Glimpsed for a hardly even a moment. Though chilling and intense as they were, There was a certain…Faltering, In those faintly luminescent pale eyes. The barely noticeable spasm of small, Sharp pupils. A slight twitch and the backwards folding of those rudimentary-looking ears, A retraction of a few bared teeth, With a shift in that awful smile. The eager clawed hands, Despite their tendency to fidget, Wander and search, Albeit sometimes slowly…Were now still.
Completely and utterly still.
Like the way all falls calm and silent, Before a particular sort of storm.
There had previously been a odd sort of warmth, To his voice. Not one that would settle the nerves by any means, But…It was pleasant, At least. Now though, It was difficult to decide what was worse. The way he had sounded so welcoming and- Albeit concerning -eager before, Or the chill which had replaced that sense of potentially friendly ardor now.
With that low and growling huff, It had simply…Vanished.
The contrast was stark. Something had shifted, But in the moment, It was impossible to tell what that meant. Or what it would mean. That silence and stillness felt like hours, Instead of seconds. And when he spoke again, His words were soft, And his tone was hushed…But that just made it worse.
“You have a lot of nerve, Coming in here and asking for favors in such a fashion. And after casting your doubts at my works, No less.
…Hmhm. Oh, Ye of little faith.
So tell me…What makes you so bold, As to come- With a mask of such certainty might I add, Into my kingdom? You don’t seem to understand.
Surely, You’ve gathered by now that this is not your land.
I ask you this; Are your senses failing you…
Or are you simply refusing to listen to them?
You’re in strange waters, Friend...
It might do you good, To acknowledge it.”
The tension is so thick, one can almost cut it with a knife. There’s danger in the air, and the Steel guardian reflectively takes a step back at the shift in expression, those narrowed eyes widening a touch as the chill set in.
It’s entirely too much like his dealings with another, detestable man he knows. His eyes slide to one side, avoiding contact as he speaks, hands shoved into pockets to hide the way they’ve curled into clenched fists. There’s a hard knot of anxiety twisting around inside of him---and it wars with annoyance and anger both, that want to snap a retort that would fit---if this WERE his Enoch.
“I am aware that you---are not---the man I am not accustomed to. He is not so cordial, and is quite fond of condescending remarks, and belittling others for his own amusement. That aside; I was not asking for favors.
I was informing you that I wished to pursue a business transaction.
If such a thing is not possible, then I will take my leave, and get out of your... proverbial hair, so you may continue whatever it Is I may have interrupted.”
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