“Mmm…” Fabian gave a nod. Good to know patchwork wasn’t needed. Fabian was capable of such things, of course, but their hand was more suited to taking people apart than putting them back together. “Well, noted. We’ll get you a glass of water to enjoy during your bath…”
They snapped a finger at their servants, and Vain’s two escorts began to lead him up the stairs, into the front door of the mansion.
“Normally I bring my ah…guests…in a back way,” Fabian said, strolling along at Vain’s side but not rushing him. “But it would be troublesome for someone in your condition. So…”
In the font door they went, into a wide, white marble entry hall draped in the black velvet of mourning, “..here we are.”
It was a dusty, quiet place - old art here and there on the walls but looking a little run down, as if this place had been abandoned not long ago. Still, the floor was clean, there was a smell of food drifting from one of the corridors, and more servants came hurrying up to meet them.
“Dr. Waters will require something to drink before he bathes,” Fabian told a capable looking man with a pale face and glasses. “See to it he gets all he needs.”
The fellow nodded, his eyes flicking to Vain and the servants helping him, then back to Fabian. “Your bath is ready as well, my lord.”
“Thank you,” Fabian said with a nod. The turned one last time to Vain, and said, “Feel free to request anything you need. We will reunite in the dining hall whenever you are ready.”
And off they went, leaving Vain with the servants. The man with the glasses cast Vain an appraising look, up and down, taking him in with an analytical eye… “Well, good thing the tub is big…I’m not sure what we’re going to do about your clothes, though…”
He sighed and began to lead the way to the bathroom. “I will bring you water. Is there anything else you want, at this time?”
Vain remained silent, for the most part. Green eyes taking in the surroundings, as he always done. However, once they passed the doors and into the mansion, his eyes had changed from simply showing their exhaust, to also holding awe. The place was beautiful. From the décor to the architecture. Two things he favored, actually. Marvelous. All of it. And not to mention how mouth watering the food smelled...
His attention landed on Fabian when his title was mentioned, the expression returning to that of a neutral state, though his neutral rest was naturally intimidating. Low eyebrows and the curve of his mouth dipping downward at the corners. His eyes drifted back and fourth from the servant to their lord as their conversation ended, offering a nod in understanding, but appearing more similar to a bow of thanks.
It took Vain a moment, his head turning to the pale man, though his eyes remaining somewhat glued on Fabian as they walked off. He chuckled lowly over the comment of his size, finally his eyes meeting the others. “ I can wear the same, if nothing can be done.” And thus, he began following. His head shaking to decline the offer of whatever else he could need.
As they made their way through the mansion, he eyed every painting and every picture they passed. Even the drapes and other décor that was laying around, which wasn’t much it seemed, for a big place such as this. It looked as if it was a fresh move, actually. “ They have exquisite taste. ”
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