Olyvar and Jojen || Mind Games
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There was never a day that Olyvar Hill had done a bad day of business. Not since he’d figured everything out, anyway. Perhaps at first, the occasionally ill placed word or the thoughtless suggestion. Even the careless bout of sarcasm could disrupt the careful balance of his quiet abode. But not now. Very rarely now.
He supposed he would be hard pressed making a living selling anything but sex in this economy.
It was a warm night, humid. The kind that made men antsy and look for danger where they may not have searched before. It wasn’t all that manipulative, not really. A gracious word, a gentle push in the right direction. They had all been searching for as much to begin with. Why not take their business where he could?
Leaning in the doorway, watching passersby, he couldn’t help but notice a young man walking almost unnoticed down the alley. Too young, perhaps -- it was hard to tell. But all was fair in love and business, and plenty younger than this one had experienced both afresh here before.
“Nice night, isn’t it?” he called with a pleasant smile. “Perhaps you’d like to-” Faltering, Olyvar trailed off, his smile fading from his face. Something was...wrong. Very wrong, and too familiar. He shivered imperceptibly. “Perhaps you’d like to come in for a moment or two? See if anything suits your taste?”
