Author does nothing but give out a suppressed sigh as well as a counterfeit grin to the temporary monochromatism Dark seems to hold his surroundings in. "My, and here I thought Anti was edgy," Author said clearly and with a bit of amusement lilting his voice. "Tall, dark, brooding.... handsome. Yeah, you'd make for a lovely 'friend'. Never knew they stacked exasperation that tall." Our beloved writer then made his way to Dark and tucked his hand under his lapel. "How charming~" -Conceitedink
Dark always considered himself a vixen trapped in mortal flesh, a siren, an epitome of all things enchanting. From afar he had always been his drug others needed to fix to. Up close, he made the conclusion that he was the oxygen that others needed to breathe. It was no wonder so many foul creatures had hopes to achieve his mind and body and his attentions. Drooling fools with no poise, no manner of pride. Dark assumed it would be so much easier to shield himself from the ruins of the outside world.
But unfortunately, the outside world always managed to find him.
Dark glanced up in order to take in the approaching lithe figurine. The writer, the creator, the sick buffoon who galavanted about with his pen and paper. Why was Author there? Dark knew he was there to bask in perfection. To dance upon wit. To lavish himself within the addiction Dark had surely caused of him. The Author had certainly arrived to attempt to engineer Dark to be all he wanted for a good story.
And the black shadow was certainly unimpressed.
Dark busied himself to rising from his chair, pushing up to the fullness of his height, stretching his chest up in order to meet level contact, eye to eye, to the man across from him.
“As exquisitely unremarkable as ever, Author.”
He swept a steady gaze up and down the length of the Author’s body, taking them in, sniffing in an animalistic chuff once in response to whatever it was he apparently saw.
“And how conventional for you to arrive, perhaps as late as it is.”
He smirked.
“But you might notice I’m busy. Tending to my Lovelies, and all. Perhaps we can chat about your most recent failures over coffee. Come back later.”