"...Who the Hell are you?"
Elegant, pale blue eyes narrowed at the sight of the unfamiliar figure, the gaze focused upon the sharpness of the face and the mysticism of the silver eyes beneath a mane of wild, yet wet midnight hair; there was a certain beauty to the sharpness, not dissimilar to how one might find an elegantly designed sword lovely.
However, the silver eyes lined with midnight lashes against a deathly canvas could not be more unnatural, yet so persistently beautiful.
It annoyed Alexi immensely, this sudden apparition that chose to appear above him whilst he was sleeping.
The tall yet thin person who stared down upon him with that unusual gaze simply smiled, the canvas curving charmingly with now sly eyes, the redder than roses lips stretching wide, a certain impishness to it that was both captivating yet irritating.
"Is this a bad time?"
"That imbecile," he swore, his gaze turning sharper than the strangers features before he sat up, and then stood up, his long hair a spooling river of black down his wide shoulders.
"You'd think a butler would actually do their job," he cursed, bad mouthing his butler who had been blindsided by the weird person before him, yet showed no sense of alarm nor fear towards the individual.
Suddenly, the apparition-like person seemed small, with Alexi standing a good foot taller than him. The icy abyss stared down at the owlish silver eyes, the coldness in his eyes unusually sharp and interrogative.
He tilted his head, his gaze arrogant as he stared down on the little thing.
"What're you doing here? Clearly my hair brained butler let you in, but the question is why—why are you here, why are in my office, and why did you disturb me, boy?"
The smile merely widened a little more, looking unnatural on the harsh features before the boy innocently claimed, "It was raining—who wouldn't seek for shelter?"
"Seek for shelter, in a Duke's mansion that you conveniently stumbled into while traveling, while entirely ignoring the town below?"
"So it seems."
"...You have an impressive amount of audacity—or is it idiocy, I can't decide."
The odd eyes closed, curving in a manner that was technically fond, but somehow artificial.
"I am whichever you decide."
"What's your reason for intruding in my house?"
"My reason?" came the honest inquiry, wide, boggling eyes and an innocent head tilt the visual response. "I wanted to meet the master, probably."
"Probably?" he sneered, a sense of cold beginning to form around him, "The Hell do you mean by 'probably'?"
"Well, I probably mean probably."
"...Out. Get out of my house—this is the final and only warning I'm giving you. If you do not vacate the premise now, I will call the enforcers and have you imprisoned for disrupting my peace of mind, the peace of the house, and for trespassing with suspicious intent. If even that doesn't convince your addled mind, I will send you to my garden to smell the flowers for an eternity while your corpse pushes them from the soil. Am I understood, boy?"
A beat of silence; a blank expression with somehow empty yet calculating eyes. And then, an infuriating smile that made him lean more so to immorality than morality at sight.
"Oh dear, I'll have to refuse—I'm allergic to pollen and iron you see. But given how your garden—thriving though it is—lacks flowers and your mansion lacks iron, I think I'll stay the night."
The cold eyes turned paler, and frost began to creep up that smiling face that remained before a few words made him want to yank off his head.
"There's a position that'll allow me that, right? Why don't you hire me? I'd be a good assistant, I swear—besides, I have a rather promising constitution—"
And that was the last word he got in.
Because, with the neck weakened by the ice, Alexi ripped off that ridiculous head that babbled nonsense, just in time for Revan to come in to inform him of a disturber, only to be greeted to a familiar head being held by a very pissed off Alexi.
"...Well then... I suppose we'll need to air out the second office faster, since this one is once again a mess."
The casual response excited Alexi, making him really want to slam Revan into the ground till he was ten feet deep in the marble floors.
"And whose fault is that?!"
"...I mean... since you ripped off the head, then..."
"..."
"... I mean, I'm not wrong..."
"... Just... do your job Revan..."
"Yeah, right—I'll get to that. Um, ah! Marie—yes, you—there seems to have been another incident..."
As Revan's voice faded to the background, Alexi dropped the head onto the stick-like body, his gaze tired, his body and mind exhausted; he found yet another corrupt assistant, he hadn't slept in days, he had a mountain of paperwork to do, and arguably worst of all, a psycho had come in claiming to be a good assistant after interrupting his rest.
The ice blue trailed back to the head, the face content and mocking, yet unorthodoxly beautiful even in death. It felt like an ominous promise, and he recalled the boy's last words, how he spoke of having a special constitution.
'... I really don't care who hears this as long as they'll help me, but please, please keep this freak dead... please.'
However, it seems the higher beings enjoyed practical jokes that day. Because, after Revan had gone to place the body in the newly erected grave, he discovered the body that had been wrapped up in a white cloth gone.
It seemed that it turned out being a gardening attempt gone wrong in the end, especially for the Duke...