#eyeless-evil

Exactly -__- I read an article about this at some point, and it sucks. I wasn't even sure about the original meaning, and that tells something. Not that I'm in any way highly knowledgeable about these things anyway, but I've been here for some time.

He took a step closer, and noticed the man's eyes. He flinched back in surprise. He almost said something to continue, but didn't really know what to say.

"Wake up Master Darius!"

"My aura looks attractive. Thaat’s a new one." He dropped the remained of the cancer stick in his fingers onto the ground and stepped on it with his boot. He looked over the man "I’d prefer you didn’t like or bite me, because try it and I’m going to have to break your jaw. Maybe start with your name?”

"Well hello there. There's something about your smell that I reeeally like. Do you bathe in some kind of essential oil?"

" Stop squirming and let his work!" Azarath said pacing around as Darius was on a platform, the professors personal tailor working on taking the student's measurements for a suit. Azarath limped around with his cane, dressed in a suit as always. He was always his best, no matter where he was going. To Azarath this was a natural thing, to stand still while the tailor plys his trade but apparently his boyfriend had other ideas. The suit was for a christmas party Azarath was attending and was dragging Darius along. It was a benefit for a museum that Azarath donated to and also a chance to meet and greet with others of the more obscure historical topics like himself.

Azarath sighed and swirled his glass. " fine...you may have 4 ferrets. That is it. If it makes you feel better..." Azarath sighed. " If it makes you happy I will buy you ferrets." Azarath said with a soft smile through smoke and brandy.

That is when he heard the front door open, faint but clear to him. Then footsteps coming up the staircase.