Long since had her hands stopped shaking, her heart stopped pounding. It's with bated breath that Abelie makes her way through the Varia manor to Xanxus' office, knocking twice before pushing the door open. Her gaze falls on him, but there's an emptiness in it that she herself had hoped would never return. "You asked to see me." It wasn't a question, nor was there any of the friendliness that once was there.
[ Ah.
There it is. There’s the emptiness--- there’s the cold, almost dismissive tone--- there’s the attitude he’s accustomed to, the one that always always manages to find its way into those he holds in higher regard.
It makes it easier, honestly, to level her with a cool look and to gesture to the seat in front of his desk as he reclines back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest.
“You seem to be suffering from a misunderstanding. I don’t know what’s got you like... this, but it ends now.
Speak your mind.” ]
