Silence besieged Hawks Haven. For some length of time it had endured this vow of silence, the dwindled activity within the building had left a layer of dust upon everything. The smell of stale air and dirt hung heavily in the stagnant air.
Alexander stood in the center of the largest room, his luminous cerulean blue irises glowed with energy, portraying an eerie though mesmeric contrast with what little light that drifted into the building. The dust in the room remained totally undisturbed, a feat only the enigmatic Alexander would be concerned with. He'd rather not have to worry about anyone tracking his whereabouts. The temporal disturbances that coincided with his appearances were tells enough, the last thing he needed was to start getting sloppy.
He wore a black tailored suit, it was immaculately clean and elegantly designed to fit him. He looked like a high class businessman, ready to strike a once in a lifetime deal. He held little expression on his face, his eyes simply scanned the lonely building. He was capable of something in which no other was. As he stood, he literally relived months of his life in this place. He'd long since been able to inhabit multiple timelines at any given moment. His face reflected nothing of his inner joy. These were seldom allowed visits to places of long past history. His eyes turned to the front door of the Haven, the little cracks of light shined through around the torn weatherstripping. The beams of sunlight cut through the air and lit up the adjacent wall with a sliver of light.
There, for a short time, he paused in his travels. He realized, after so many years he'd come to, in his own way, cherish the places he once frequented. He of all people, would never have suspected, the ruthless Alexander, King of Jinx and keeper of souls, capable of feeling nostalgia.
