I matched his stare and we stood there for several minutes, staring through each other.
I swore I could see minuscule tendrils of his aliat playing within his indigo irises.
"Ash leaves" I whispered. Not wanting to disturb the peace. He lowered his eyebrows in confusion.
"Ash leaves." I said a little louder, still without breaking his gaze. Something inside me told not to look away. Not to let him win.
He looked at me inquisitively, obviously expecting an answer.
"I found Ash leaves on my bed" I said, placing them on the desk and sliding them over.
He picked them up and started absentmindedly turning it over, feeling for any messages, notes or anomalies.
"I've already checked."
"I know." Cocky bastard.
It irked me that he thought he could do a better job than me, even without his eyes.
He smirked knowingly, as if he knew my train of thought just from looking at me.
Am I really that easy to read?
His gaze was starting to make me uncomfortable. I no longer felt the need to match him. It made me start fidgeting, more than I care to admit.
"This is getting childish" I huffed, blinking quicker than usual.
"If you say so." He replied, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hands, the leaves now laying on his desk.
His confidence still astounded me. Not necessarily in a good way either.
"Getting uncomfortable?" Durion asked, raising his eyebrows inquisitively. He could tell what affect he was having on me, and his infuriating calmness was not helping.
I decided not to spark an argument, and for once, and once only, to let him win.
I gave one last bitch glare and looked to the side of his head. Not down because that would show weakness, but across.
He got the message and leisurely leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the desk.
He absently waved his fingers and another chair, identical to his except less grand appeared, on my side of the desk. I sat down and watched him. He appeared to be communing with someone.
He waved his hand lazily and a scroll and quill appeared on his desk, he would write something and wave again to make it disappear. It would reappear several moments later with different writing on it. After what seemed like 7 notes back and forth, there wasn't another one for a while. I didn't dare break the silence, without the scribbling sound of pen on paper. Durion went back to whatever work he had been doing before I arrived and left me to sit and stare. What the hell? He gets annoyed when I don't turn up, doesn't speak when I do. I only have around 3 days here. And tonight I have to meet with Ash. I waited what seemed like another couple of minutes before hearing the door creak open, I craned my neck to see a man striding in. He was tall, had cropped black hair and a short prickle of facial hair. He had piercing green eyes and a straight nose, he was wearing all black with a weapons belt casually strung across his shoulder. He had a defined structure and I could tell that he was rather muscular. To say the least, he was handsome. I watched as he strode past me, to Durion, who had stood up upon his entrance. I watched as they greeted each other by clasping forearms and leaning through to thump each other on the back. They both had large smiles plastered to they're faces. It was easy to tell that they were long time friends.
"No chair for me then?" He chuckled, I made to offer him mine but Durion had conjured up another before I could stand.
The man sat and his attention turned to me.
"My, My Durion. You really have found her." He grinned.
"Hello Thia. Long time, no see." He purred.
