Watervoir
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- Posted: Sat, 11 Dec 2010 05:11:04 +0000
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Clearly, the Beck and Rasheik had been readying to leave the vicinity, but Velius sensed no urgency. For one thing, Beck was willing to entertain him for nothing of worth but a few measly chuckles. While there was hardly truth in Beck’s retort, Velius couldn’t help but play along and chip in something that would surely get him on his toes. Accordingly, it was delivered with a suggestive simper.
“Now isn’t that a good thing?”
The slaver was exactly how he remembered him: gangly, pale and photophobic. Admittedly, Beck was not a friend in the typical sense. While the volleying of snide remarks would have indeed been indicative of a certain fondness, the age gap and their occupational differences barred whatever common friendship they might have developed. However, with Beck being a longstanding associate of the family, they were closer than regular business acquaintances and accordingly, this wasn’t the first time they met, nor was it the first time such absurd exchanges were made.
It was during his past experiences with him that Velius had learned to observe him, or more precisely learned he ought to observe him. From the moment he made his approach, his eyes had been trained on the man’s refined and delicate features. It was wise that he had, for it was only through doing so that he noticed the subtle expression on Beck’s face as he made to stroke Aria. It was one complete with yearning, a desire that if left unsatisfied would grow like a tumour and gnaw at the albino man’s mind. And then...there it was again, this time as a part of a brief glance at Rasheik. It was simple but full of meaning and significance, for not only was it more evidence of his desire for the seer, it also hinted at a relationship between the two. There was no need for the noble to rack his brain for the reason; the connection was made in an instant: much like Velius, Rasheik had a history with the slaver. His heart skipped a beat at the discovery. It was perfect, just perfect. At this rate, things were decidedly going to turn out better than expected.
His gaze drifted to Aria beside him and it was with mild surprise that he found Nesa by her side. It appeared that at some point during the short walk to Beck the brunette had joined them. Whether her company had been of curiosity or of precaution, Velius did not know and frankly, did not care. There wasn’t much she would be able to do now that his plan had started rolling.
This plan rested on the presence of Beck’s affinity to all things dainty and pale, which true to form had appeared like moth to a flame. Aria was actually quite attractive material, and Velius might have been just as superficial as Beck with her had he not met her wicked tongue and unlucky streak on day one.
Now to the seer’s favour. The caravan leader had been preoccupied with his own matters, first with an unknown woman and then with Abel. He hated to interrupt, as he never appreciated being interrupted himself, but he had to get things done. Velius called out to the man.
“Rasheik the Bold.” A smile of certainty spread upon his features as he announced the name in all its rightful glory. It was just like him to draw others’ attention by the most sensational means possible. Undoubtedly, the bandit king would now realize that Velius could see through his disguise. With a tone dashed with understated dignity, the noble continued. “We first met under different and rather inconvenient circumstances, so allow me to reintroduce myself. I’m Velius, nice to meet you.” There was his introduction in the plainest sincerity. It was only fair to show courtesy to a king after all. Then, the noble inclined his head a little towards Aria. “The miss here would like to have a word with you.” The seer was brought in the limelight by a brusque hand, placing her in plain view of all three men. The hand remained on her shoulder, serving as both assurance for the woman and a caution against the tendencies of the slaver.