+beyondacrimony
For a moment or two she waited. Patience starting to tick away before amber eyes quickly fixated on whatever it was he could have been staring at beyond the glass pane.
Surely it wasn’t the short crop of landscaping between this wing of the building and the other? On her tiptoes she went. Nope. Nothing of interest that she could see.
Which left only a bit of morbid curiosity and dread pooling in the back of her brain. Silent footsteps, as usual. If he hadn’t heard her, he would’ve at least felt the oncoming presence before a palm was gently placed atop his head.
Not the most clever of moves, but she was brave enough to try.
While Silenos might have entirely been intending for her hand to come plopping down on top of his head, it never made it. Before her fingers danced across the dark, silky tresses, an arm reflexively shot up. The move was as quick and unforgiving as a gunshot, and in under a second, her wrist was wrapped in his grasp.
"Soft skin," he commented under his breath, turning a gaze skyward to slide over the flesh of her arm. Then, those same eyes clipped closed, and his shoulders lifted the barest inch.
When he opened them again, there was a new crease beside his lips.
“Romance, by Ralph Lauren.”
Full lashes met with together in a few silent flutters before she calmed and contemplated the man before her. Surely he'd taken her by surprise. That much was evident in her eyes and on the goosebumps which laced her skin. Her face had contorted into a look of horror in that split moment, before settling in with comfort on the awkward humor.
Charming as ever, though not exactly in a way that made anyone feel comfortable. A small smile twitched at the corner of the woman's lip before she gently tried to pull her arm from his grasp. A nod of her head indicated that he was, indeed, correct.
And that his compliment would be stored away for later in the emergency of one of his many cruel episodes. One only knew how strong an individual had to be in order to befriend Beyond Birthday.
