Sevier remained seated near the window, knowing it was too dark for Arthur to see him as he came through the apartment door. Arthur was one of those types who didn't believe in wasting a dime, and before he left his home each morning he made sure that every single light in the place was turned off. Ever light, every time, without fail.
Luckily, Sevier didn't need much light to pierce the darkness with his inhumanly keen senses picking up the slack where ocean-water hued eyes failed. The location of the man was easily enough found moving carefully through the thickly shadowed room with memorized steps keeping him from colliding with the many pieces of decoration that littered the main area. He placed his attach? case on the couch as he passed by and stepped into the kitchen area, habitually flicking on the living room light without stopping to examine its interior. Had he just taken a glance he would have seen the Dark Hunter waiting for him.
Sevier listened, hearing the refrigerator door open along with a cupboard. A saucer was placed on a countertop with a fumble that resulted in a rather distinct clang. He could visualize Arthur at work, making some sort of appetizer to curb the hunger of a long day at the office, the ignorance of his assumed solitude confirmed by a rather pitchy rendition of Can't fight this feeling anymore. Sevier smiled, enjoying the element of surprise.
"Hello, Arthur."
The words struck Arthur as he stepped out of the kitchenette, a startled jolt sending his plate and sandwich tumbling to the floor with a fragmentizing shatter. He staggered back, slamming into the doorframe so hard that his round face scrunched tight with obvious pain. "Y...you!"
"Me." Sevier confirmed.
"Wha...what are you doing here?" The human's voice was laced with panic between labored pants, pressed hard against the wall as though trying to meld into it. "How did you get in?"
Sevier's laugh was rich and musical, albeit condescending to Arthur's inquiry. "I move between shadow and light, magic and mundane, mortal and the omnipotent. Did you truly think that your machination of metal could keep me out?"
Arthur's eyes snapped to the front door, spying the deadbolt, certain that he locked it hours ago before starting his day. A foolish notion, really. The Fae were beyond such ordinary means.
The sound of Sevier's voice brought his gaze back. "You're late and have kept me waiting, Mr. Bales. I am a creature of patience, though only when diligence is rewarded." He sat back and crossed his legs, tightening the black leather gloves before steepling his fingers. "So tell me, Mr. Bales. What do you have for me?"
Arthur glanced to the gloves and swallowed hard, causing the column of his throat to rise and fall as though working a rock down. "I...give me a sec." He snapped, pushing off of the wall and straightening himself. The initial surprise along with that insurgence of fear began to fade, leaving room for a rather mediocre attempt at confident impudence.
Luckily, Sevier didn't need much light to pierce the darkness with his inhumanly keen senses picking up the slack where ocean-water hued eyes failed. The location of the man was easily enough found moving carefully through the thickly shadowed room with memorized steps keeping him from colliding with the many pieces of decoration that littered the main area. He placed his attach? case on the couch as he passed by and stepped into the kitchen area, habitually flicking on the living room light without stopping to examine its interior. Had he just taken a glance he would have seen the Dark Hunter waiting for him.
Sevier listened, hearing the refrigerator door open along with a cupboard. A saucer was placed on a countertop with a fumble that resulted in a rather distinct clang. He could visualize Arthur at work, making some sort of appetizer to curb the hunger of a long day at the office, the ignorance of his assumed solitude confirmed by a rather pitchy rendition of Can't fight this feeling anymore. Sevier smiled, enjoying the element of surprise.
"Hello, Arthur."
The words struck Arthur as he stepped out of the kitchenette, a startled jolt sending his plate and sandwich tumbling to the floor with a fragmentizing shatter. He staggered back, slamming into the doorframe so hard that his round face scrunched tight with obvious pain. "Y...you!"
"Me." Sevier confirmed.
"Wha...what are you doing here?" The human's voice was laced with panic between labored pants, pressed hard against the wall as though trying to meld into it. "How did you get in?"
Sevier's laugh was rich and musical, albeit condescending to Arthur's inquiry. "I move between shadow and light, magic and mundane, mortal and the omnipotent. Did you truly think that your machination of metal could keep me out?"
Arthur's eyes snapped to the front door, spying the deadbolt, certain that he locked it hours ago before starting his day. A foolish notion, really. The Fae were beyond such ordinary means.
The sound of Sevier's voice brought his gaze back. "You're late and have kept me waiting, Mr. Bales. I am a creature of patience, though only when diligence is rewarded." He sat back and crossed his legs, tightening the black leather gloves before steepling his fingers. "So tell me, Mr. Bales. What do you have for me?"
Arthur glanced to the gloves and swallowed hard, causing the column of his throat to rise and fall as though working a rock down. "I...give me a sec." He snapped, pushing off of the wall and straightening himself. The initial surprise along with that insurgence of fear began to fade, leaving room for a rather mediocre attempt at confident impudence.