a drabble about joss and preston because this whole blog is me drawing ocs SO I MIGHT AS WELL THROW IN THE DRABBLES TOO
His presence was enough to set everyone in the room on edge, without even factoring in the fact that he was speaking. Joss could almost stand the man when he wasn't talking. Almost. There were too many things he didn't like about Preston- he didn't blink enough, for starters. His wide eyes simply seemed shallow, making it hard to guess if he ever meant anything that he said. His voice was too evenly pitched, and his laughter was always lilted and mocking. The immaculate suits he wore were ruined by a variety of awful gag ties, which were perhaps meant to make him unintimidating. The cloth had no such affect.
Despite not having any (obvious) magic of his own, Preston did have considerable influence on the proceedings in both the black market societies and the normal ones. Exactly what the influence was, well, it varied from individual to individual. Drumming his fingers against the old, rotting table, Joss watched the vice principal quickly take control of a meeting that had nothing to do with him.
Preston was doing what he always did, talking in such a way that it seemed like the metaphorical mask he wore was just slightly off center. Like a dangerous animal lurked just under the surface, waiting to pounce. Joss couldn't tell if that was just a part of the lie that seemed to make up Preston’s entire being, or if that was just the one slip of truth that he hadn't managed to hide.
One glance from the man in question caused the hairs on his tail to puff out in visible distress. A short, mocking chuckle escaped Preston as he sat at the head of the table to continue the meeting. Joss decided that no, he didn't really want to find out which was the real Preston after all.
