TRUE DARK

send “i’ve heard of you.” for my muse’s reaction

“hah. who hasn’t?” a jade coin is turned over in the drifter’s fingers, typical sly smile stretching the scars that streak down his cheeks. dark eyes offer jean a once-over, seeming to size her up as the coin rolls over his knuckles and into his palm. 

send “👋” if you want to RP with me but have been too shy to approach. // @tutela-populus

☼ - “No.  I walk up them like a normal person.”

☼ - “You literally scurried up the steps on all fours.”

"I would appreciate it if you didn't do that."

*brandishes broom*

*primeval growls*

☼ - Vadim stares at the Drifter, noting his casual stance.  It’s like he’s just taking a stroll through the plaza.  But why would he be here of all places?  He’s heard of him, but never met the man personally.  And what he has heard makes him a bit wary of the other man.  But he’s here now, best to deal with it.

The Speaker raises one white eyebrow.  “Looking around,” he repeats, doubt in his voice.  “Is that so?  Well, I have heard of you, Drifter, but I have never actually met you, so I would assume you haven’t been in here before.”

He lets out a sigh, narrowing his eyes at the other Lightbearer while mulling over his words.  Why are his teeth so sharp?  It’s quite…unnerving, to say the least.  Vadim tries not to show that he’s put off by the Drifter’s appearance.  “My study is open to all who would seek my guidance, or like someone to talk to,” he says slowly, his eyes not leaving Drifter’s.

“my kinda place, then.” the drifter stops a little ways away, breaking eye contact first to turn and look around the speaker’s study from where he stands. yep... a nerd stays here. “i was hoping i’d find someone up here to... talk to.”

his own brow raised, he looks back at vadim. his hands don’t leave his pockets, and he doesn’t step any closer than he already is. he doesn’t want to scare anyone too badly just yet.