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uncourteous) wrote2020-12-01 11:58 pm
uncourteous) wrote2020-12-01 11:58 pm
uncourteous) wrote2020-12-01 11:58 pm
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so, he perpetuated the belief that he would behave no less than what he felt was appropriate for his station.
except, in this world, royalty didnāt exist within the same capacity. but, wealth probably spoke an equally powerful tale. being the son and supposed heir to one of the largest conglomerates meant that callisto desired for nothing growing up. that is, nothing tangible at least. from a relatively young age, he swiftly realized that people often used that phrase— ādesired for nothingā in place of being entirely devoid of wants and needs. it isnāt that they donāt have them, but theyāre not allowed to put into words the things that others may have asked for so freely, whether it be time, affection, or even bonds. regardless, he considered himself fortunate enough to have lived to the age he has. the inner politics of the family tree aside, he did take great pride in building his name, and the company.
enough so that he barely had time to consider anything else. sometimes having an objective made the world around you easier to navigate, or at least it kept your vision boxed in and limited. despite this, he did have his own ways of garnering some semblance of entertainment within the drudgery of his everyday life. spending time amongst his wonderful subordinates, for example. you could literally ignore everything i wrote before this...
if there is any one single rule that was likely true of any workplace. itās that the boss or in this case ceo was the person you wanted to avoid at all costs. the less contact, the better; the easier it was to breathe, or feel the heavy burden of expectation on ones back. callisto knows this, naturally, and thatās what he likes. the tension. the clear fact that no one will speak up against him, and yet there was one individual in which he couldnāt entirely wrap his brain aroundā¦
zagreus.
there was something unique about him that he couldnāt quite place his finger on. even his application had struck a healthy level of suspicion from him. but, perhaps thatās why he kept him close. except, instead of feeling out that he was an industry spy planted within the company, he gets the feeling that the man was far tooā¦
simple for that.
but, does this mean he would stop testing him and all his limits? absolutely not. today, just like any other day, why the fuck did i write so much just for yaoi, please help me— he types away at his computer, sending zagreus a microsoft teams message. ]
It makes me wonder how long I have to wait to see my own employeeās face.
The documents should have been hand-delivered to my office three minutes ago.
[ even if he may have only sent this email request like five minutes ago and itās a 70 page documents. heās hrās nightmare, though so protocol means very little against his demands, all the more when he feels like zagreus wonāt exactly deny him. yikes. ]
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but it's. fine. this is fine. manageable. like, objectively speaking, the hotel is very nice and the decorations they already had up for the month basically means they don't have to worry about getting their own, and she's certain sylus' expensive tastes means that the restaurant's food at least meets his expectations. all they have left to finalize are the guest list and seating arrangements, which is what they were at the hotel for tonight until a sudden snowstorm took the power out. but even that's not the worst part— ]
You're out of rooms except for one?
[ clorinde's usual professional impassivity splinters just a little bit as the receptionist repeats what she'd said: only one room left on the tenth floor with a single bed, and no option to bring in a separate one. out of the corner of her eye, she sees sylus coming over and sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose briefly. ]
... Fine. We'll take it.
belatedly crawls in
Is something wrong? [ he says despite having heard the tail end of her discussion with the clerk at the front desk. as they begin expertly tapping away on their keyboard and setting up their keycards, sylus slides his own card over. ] I checked with the valet workers, but they say itās impossible to leave here tonight. No one can even move their vehicles out from the garage. [ he says idly, cutting off any glimmer of hope that may have existed that they could have made it home.
not that he actually cares to leave, but if her expression is anything to go byā¦
it doesnāt seem thatās the case for her. how perfect.
taking the freshly issued room key, he already begins walking towards the elevators. thankfully those still work, even if the heaters and lights donāt. if and when she follows, his hand lingers incredibly close to hers. almost as if they could touch, as he keeps his footsteps in line with hers. ]
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he's a walking human resources violation just waiting to happen but despite that, all sylus gets is a pointed glance down at his wrist and then his face, taking in his amusement before he confirms her suspicions. even if they were able to leave, she doubts it'd be safe to drive in these conditions anyway; the best course of action would be to wait things out in the hotel where they'd at least have shelter. she only hopes that the cats she's been taking care of for navia will be fine. thankfully, furina was supposed to stop by to feed them, so they should have enough food to last until morning.
for now, there's nothing else to do besides following him to their assigned room. the hotel's emergency generator has kicked in to provide some lights here and there, just enough for them to navigate their way with. perhaps it's a good thing, then, that sylus chooses to remain as close as he does, so that she can reach out to grab his arm to keep her balance as someone—either another guest or a staff member—bumps into her on their way past the lobby. they're gone before she can see who it is, but at least she's still upright, and she lets go of his arm once she's steady. ]
Excuse me. Thank you, [ she says, straightening up again. she resumes their path to the elevators, a little more carefully now to avoid another mishap. ] I heard one of the staff mention that the storm should let up overnight. We may be able to leave in the morning.
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he doesn't display any emotions he can't afford to have found out. judging by the way she glances over him, he doesn't doubt she has already surmised his own stance on their current predicament. yet, he keeps up his usual relaxed stance, nothing in his stride hinting to him feeling any semblance of unease. he's about to move a hand to the inside of his pocket, except he then feels the firm contact of her grip over his arm, and he can't help the quirk of his lips, and an exhale peppered with humor.
while it may have been a chaste, entirely innocent point of contact, he can't deny the warmth remains on his clothes, even as she pulls away. ] Why are you thanking me? You only helped yourself. [ when they enter the elevator, he simply watches her. a certain intensity behind his gaze. but, there's also something a bit less punitive behind it, a bit softer. albeit, it doesn't last for long before it opens up into the long stretch of a darkened hallway. ] You sound relieved.
[ without delving much deeper into the topic, he suddenly draws his hand towards her. he leaves it open, palms up, as if in offer to her. ] In the meantime, how about I make up for your gratitude earlier? [ if he didn't deserve her thanks yet, it didn't mean he couldn't give her a reason to feel actually thankful.
but, it also made sense. the hallways were darker, not capturing as much street lights, or the hint of the moon behind the inky spread of darkened cloud in the grey skies. ]
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but that's fine. clorinde's expression maintains the usual neutrality, her gaze focused on the numbers above the elevator doors as his settles on her. it's not as if they've interacted frequently before this—aside from a few coworkers that she shares a break with, she tends to keep to herself, even if that means she may be more privy to whatever goes on in the office. but perhaps that's why he seems to have taken such an interest in her. ]
You could say that. I wasn't anticipating to spend the night.
[ but there isn't anything she can do about it now. she gets about a foot outside the elevator before he speaks up again, looking down at his hand. it's true the hallway is dark, and while there's less people up here, it's still better to exercise caution.
the pros outweigh the cons, and clorinde isn't so prideful as to refuse help when it's offered. so she takes his hand without further hesitation. ]
Then, I'm in your hands.
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her statement is fair, all things considered. even for this city, it was unusual for snowstorms of his caliber to sweep through. but, her highlighting the rarity of the situation only makes it seem like less of an accidental happenings than an opportunity. then again, he wasn't the type to squander away chances. at least not like this. ]
If everything moved within your anticipation, wouldn't that be dull? [ ominously framed words aside, he gives a small nod. ]
Good choice.
[ when she takes his hand, his fingers gradually wrap around hers. maybe it's from the lack of heating but the contact of skin feels cool, while a gradual warmth permeates the contact between their palms. he looks back down to their hands, even as he leads them down this hall. does he actually know where he's going? it's a mystery, but it's true that he walks onwards without any hint of reservation, no lingering wonder of which door is their room.
he takes the card back out of his pocket, and it unlocks the door with the sound of a click and the green light the only thing illuminating the hall. he swings the door open and holds the door open, not releasing her hand right away even when he probably should to allow her to pass him. ]