#clandestinesque;01

[bellatorumrex]

@clandestinesque

          Humans had no actual worth for him ( past the obvious of, rather, insufficient bouts of entertainment ), and would find no real acceptance in the Vampire’s vicinity, if not coming forth with request that enkindled hard to provoke interest. This one, as unexpected as it may appear to be, had managed exactly that in subtly handing over that world of his yet still unknown to the representative by name and culture. Enough to evoke that hard to hold attention past the curls of cigarette smoke wafting through slightly opened window. Enough to truly incite a conversation now that this guest of his had taken place, waiting for ( truly jarring ) silence to subside with the small lingering exhale. 

          The silence that hadn’t permit communication past greeting---

          “So your request, from what I took from that message of yours, is to garner aid with the ‘supernatural’ in your districts.” Brief of a summary, the way singular words would be emphasised was hardly placed to hide a tone of amusement. Supernatural, inhumane - words that meant nothing to the monarch, albeit his whole world revolves around it. The feeling of ridicule to lace over each word, for how deliberately taunting may his presence truly be. “Pray tell - what nature do those be haunting that place of yours~”

[corrupted-desire-blog]

@clandestinesque

          To be called in as an asset was nothing quite new - but no one would believe the suitor to be quite as bold in being as persistent to have the therapist leave one of his own institutes and take up travel in a direction ( yet still ) unknown. There was something quite odd about the way that very request found itself on his desk, brushed aside and ignore for the time being Lorne kept for himself up to decide upon it, just to find another urging yet once again to greet him upon the fact that, before, he had found no time at all to answer. 

          Impatience, in one way, is to be account as a reason to outrightly disregard any and all letters strung together - yet enkindling some interest needed to have him move on, in another way just as well. Enough, indeed, to now find himself in suitable time of arrival to register own person and get whatever he had brought along. Waiting ( in serene way ) for whoever finds themselves in need of a psychologist of that skill as unreachable as his own. 

          “Mister Lilium, I presume? I got everything I need so we may leave if there are no formalities for me to go through.”