3) 3 Doors Down - Kryptonite
Sometimes he would remain
there for ages, looking off into the distance, staring at nothing in
particular. Remembering old times, memories both good and bad.
Dark eyes narrowed, the setting's sun light swallowed in those abyssal depths. A light breeze stirred his hair and coat, a soft rustle breaking the barely heard hustle and bustle of the streets below.
Behind him, the creak of boots on old wooden stairs gave away the presence of his younger protege.
"You should know better than to follow me." The mage did not even turn around. A lighter flared, lighting a cigar held deftly between gloved fingers.
"I was concerned."
"Concern from a poisonous snake means nothing, Dietrich. And you, my dear puppetmaster, are a serpent far more poisonous than all the snakes put together."