social hierarchies , and office politics, – niklaus didn't care much for any of it. still he loved the power that came at the top it's easier, than a struggle. as he wistfully stares at the americano in his hands, watching each drop of condensation. it's the only time his mind slows to a stop. it's been moving far too swiftly for almost a thousand years. he played this role before, ego driven, cold. it's become part of him. but his body grows weary of the routine without something to bring him back to life. then his eyes land on her through the glass panes of the board room. a pale hand outstretched points in her direction, beckoning her in. @slumpcd










