...๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก.
โ Professor and scholar of many topics.
โ Currently running ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐโ๐ฌ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฌ, a Curio/Antique shop located out in Boston.
โ Infected with boundless curiosity
โ Lovecraft OC
Silently he would listen, the man nodding as she finished.
โRightโฆโ
There is a moment of silence between the two of them, after all it was something he couldnโt begin to understand, living an eternity.
โWhat part of it has you thinking?
Did you want to talk about it?โ
โ โฆ โ
A brief moment, a brief cringe at the question. Was she alright?
She hadnโt felt in a while.
โ โฆ Just thinking of the whole โฆ Eternity like this, thing. You know? โ
@BURNLXVE -affection like she does.
Eyes follow her form as she flops over in one of his real fancy chairs.
โSo, did you pop in just to get me flustered or was there something specific you needed?โ
@BURNLXVE The professor would readjust his glasses, not quite sure what to do with his hands as he regains his calm demeanor.
โIโm used to it somewhat.
Just wasnโt expecting it was all.โ
He isnโt used to it, Meredith is a first in regards to friends who openly display-
@BURNLXVE Olive skin soon turns to a beet red as the display of affection was unexpected to say the very least.
He takes a second to clear his throat and regain his composure.
โW-well thatโs certainly one way to greet someone.
Good afternoon to you as well.โ
The loss of light is duly noted, despite how emotionally closed off he could be he could be quite perceptive concerning otherโs feelings.
His demeanor softens, concern evident.
โIsโฆ
Is everything alright Alix?โ
He would ask, his mind already trying to decipher-
โ No, no โฆ Just rotting a tad. Lime I said, now is better than what I was doing. โ
Her laugh was dry, humorless; indeed, the spark that usually resided in the demonโs eyes had โฆ dulled. Just a tad.
Like she had given up.
โ Mm. Just been there, doing whatever I may need โ
Paranoia and uncertainty.
A feeling the both of them know too well no doubt.
A voice emerges from the shadows of the hall, the voice of a gentleman.
๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ.
๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ.
It would comment.
๐๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ, ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ-
Another gaze would be cast upon @phantomunitx, the sensation familiar but far less oppressive than the ones that have been on her as of late.
Eyes in the dark.
Watching wordlessly.
Watching curiously.