Post by thanatos on Aug 22, 2013 23:04:44 GMT -5
█ INTO YOUR LAIR I STUMBLE |
“A fresh start..." come murmured words through thin lips. "...something to change this course for the better..." Sentimental thoughts, really. Something that would have caused a weaker person in his position to salivate over the need for a second chance at life. There's no need for him to grovel like a beggar, to cast aside all that he's done in shame and horror for another shot. He's fine with the sins he's built to his name, amused with the death toll that racks higher as he thrives, content with the chaos of his ways that cause discord in the lives of others.
"I'd rather keep to this beaten road."
The man doesn't realize he's speaking his thoughts, and contact-green eyes downcast to the floor of the ascending elevator save the two men who escort him to their boss from Thanatos' reaction. A hand raises as he grins, and fingers are run through dye-brown hair as he straightens when the elevator slows. A mere glance behind him suggests they're within the top floors of the building, if not the last. Shoulders roll, the brown suit he resigns himself to wear under this guise falling atop his shoulders in the perfect fit it's tailored to have.
Elevator doors open and he's gestured inside. The two are smart enough not to reach out toward him, and the lean figure crosses the floor to the double-doors of the office he assumes he's been summoned to. Thanatos is no useless child that needs to be told what to do when a tool is clear in front of his face. Fingers - ring-less, and entirely bare to match the bland color of the suit - fall on the intercom button next to the doors to request his permission for entry.
Before he speaks, though, one of the two that brought him (and sought him out) to the 'shining big city' cuts in.
'He's here, ma'am. Just as you requested.'
Thanatos will play nice for as long as he deems necessary.
"I'd rather keep to this beaten road."
The man doesn't realize he's speaking his thoughts, and contact-green eyes downcast to the floor of the ascending elevator save the two men who escort him to their boss from Thanatos' reaction. A hand raises as he grins, and fingers are run through dye-brown hair as he straightens when the elevator slows. A mere glance behind him suggests they're within the top floors of the building, if not the last. Shoulders roll, the brown suit he resigns himself to wear under this guise falling atop his shoulders in the perfect fit it's tailored to have.
Elevator doors open and he's gestured inside. The two are smart enough not to reach out toward him, and the lean figure crosses the floor to the double-doors of the office he assumes he's been summoned to. Thanatos is no useless child that needs to be told what to do when a tool is clear in front of his face. Fingers - ring-less, and entirely bare to match the bland color of the suit - fall on the intercom button next to the doors to request his permission for entry.
Before he speaks, though, one of the two that brought him (and sought him out) to the 'shining big city' cuts in.
'He's here, ma'am. Just as you requested.'
Thanatos will play nice for as long as he deems necessary.
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