Sidian didn’t often pick favorites, there were, of course, those he liked to antagonize more than others and today he decided he would spend most of it picking on the one he got the most out of--- Kora. They had a history, a mild one, but it was enough to fuel his motives in pestering her. There was more to the enjoyment, nothing he would admit to naturally, but it was still there and perhaps to a practiced eye it was obvious in the manner which he carried himself down the stairs from the Witch manor, expensive and shined shoes clacking against the stone as he made his stride seem casual, but they were more than that. Determined were his steps, this man had a purpose.
As he drew closer, Sidian removed his hands from his pockets, one running against the bars as he passed the first cell before the one which Kora resided in. He’d be lying if he said he was not excited, it was always a thrill to see how the she-wolf would address him each time he visited, especially with the other feisty one within her cell--- the two practically fed off of one another rebellious natures.
His dark gaze flicked over the other occupants of the cell before they found the one he was there for, a brow arched as he scanned her, smirk almost faltering but not going away completely. “My dear, how are you--- you seem, a bit off.” The observation was not off, but as his gaze grew more analytical Sidian’s demeanor changed as well. Stiffer, almost put off by her appearance, someone else had gotten to her--- done her harm and for a deeper reason than he was willing to face at the moment. But his brow did crease with his disapproval.
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