WIP Wednesday
Note: I made a little moodboard for the Hotel AU to go with the snippet. Viktor belongs to @mids-dumbbrain <3
Warning: not proofread.
“I gotta know who’s the chef here.” Argen took swallowed a mouthful of his pasta. “The Elder Gods did something nice for once.”
“Ombra look!” Asfel called while wrapping a thin cabbage around a thin layer of jambon of and cheese. “And then,” He sealed it with a dark red sauce. “Mmph! Try it.”
I never stopped darting my gaze around occasionally even when I started making Asfel’s new discovery with the most basic items available in the hotel’s cafeteria. I was in the middle of pouring the sauce when my eyes landed on him. He leaned back in his seat, and smoothly shifted his attention to his cup of whatever.
“He’s been staring at you.” Ferriel mumbled.
I took a bite, the pleasant flavor faded into the background as I glanced his way again. A timy smirk spread across his profile. His chalk white skin, the red sigils on his bald head, they were all too familiar to go unnoticed.
“Who?” Argen blurted out.
Ferriel mouthed. “Quan Chi.”
Argen frowned. Something managed to sew his lips.
Quan Chi tilted his head, listening to the conversation between three other women. Most definitely pretentious. Of course, at least one third of his attention was left on me.
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Each floor of the hotel was everless. Each hallway went on for what seemed like forever. But reoccurring elevators put out the chill that creeped up your spine with each step you took. Not only that, but it also fueled me to keep taking closer glances at the doors and walls.
Doors and walls.
Again and again.
“Oh, thank god, someone’s here.” A boyish voice came from the other end.
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