Third Person POV
The sound of a car arriving in the courtyard filled the air and it took everything in Will to remain seated. Well everything and a very annoying man named Qadar whose grip on his/her hands remained tight.
When they had all arrived earlier and explained their purpose, the dangerous man that was Avory's father, simply invited them in before going to make a call.
During that period, Kale quickly took a look round the house, or at least round the parts of the house within his sight, which was basically just the room they were in.
The group was seated in a grand palour painted black with gold lines carved in the wall to form intricate designs that stretched up to the gray wood ceiling. A huge golden chandelier with burning candles hung majestically over the room, the gold candle holders set up on the walls complementing it. The wine coloured rug covered the entire expanse of the room, the area around the black brick fire place stained lightly with sooth from the dimly burning wood. A huge portrait of a woman with dark red hair and green eyes hung over the fire place. To Kale, it was obviously Avory's mother and he was overcome with relief at the knowledge that she bore zero resemblance to her father and sighed looking at said man who was coming back in from the corridor.
That was a short call. He couldn't help thinking as he watched him walk over and sit on the adjacent wing chair. He sat elegantly completely relaxed, his legs crossed and a very bad feeling churned in Kale's gut making it hard for him to continue looking at the man. He therefore opted to observe the rest of the room.
The set of black leather with gold framed furniture consisted of old style furniture arranged in a circle. A majestic leather-upholstered chesterfield sofa anchored the circle, two matching arm chairs with nailhead trim flanking it. Across the sofa was a pair of inviting club chairs, a velvet ottoman nestled in between them and a high-backed wing chair completed the first side of the circle.
On the other side, which was where Kale and the others sat, the chaise longue on which Kale and Will sat, stood adjacent to the wing chair now occupied by Damian, a leather-topped ottoman with a matching storage stool facing it. Finally, two more arm chairs identical to the first two completed the other side of the circle.
Shiny black stools with intricate designs were arranged at intervals round the room, a carved dark wooden coffee table on which the sunlight from the tall double hung windows reflected enveloping the room in a warm haze. A tall gray wooden book case stood against the wall behind them.
In short, the victorian living room exuded opulence and sophistication.
Kale pursed his lips, his brows furrowing. He hated places that reeked money. Past experience.
"Crazy rich bastard." He muttered under his breath as he stood up abruptly startling Will who had been sitting right beside him.
"Kale what are you doing?" He/she asked eyes staring up at Kale sternly. He smiled at him/her before glancing at Qadar who had been seated on the arm chair beside them. Qadar quickly got the message and went over to sit in Kake's previous spot completely taking Will's attention. Davis squinted her eyes at Kale, her lips pursed but dared not say anything. From the moment they stepped into the house, she was overwhelmed with inexplicable fear and urgency.
"Kale you should sit" she spoke eventually feeling it would be more shameful for her as an educator to not correct a student. Kale simply ignored her though, turning to face Damian only to find him staring at him with what looked like a curious gaze and he once again suppressed the blaring sirens in his head bracing himself to confront the man.
"I want to explore your home Mr. Miller. Do you have any problem with that?" He asked raising a brow haughtily. He just wanted to draw a small reaction from the man even if it meant annoying him.
Behind him, Qadar snickered quietly but was ignored as at this point every other person's attention was on the master of the house. Damian stared at Kale unblinking. He felt that this kid was really peculiar. It was the first time a Taemoon had been discovered while in its early years so he zero expectations concerning the young one. He was however surprised when Finral's tracking or had traced the Taemoon's whereabouts to his house and quickly rushed over only to meet the kid who managed to surpass his non-existent expectations.
No. Perhaps I did have some unconsciously and was only aware of them when I finally met him. Damian thought tilting his head as he stared at the twitching face of said youth.
Kale on the other hand was quite pissed that he still couldn't draw even a flinch from the man but remained an object of scrutiny under his gaze.
What the hell man? Got some kind of weird fetish?! I'm not into men!!! Kale yelled in his mind along with a bunch of other profanities as he watched Damian watch him. It got tiring for him eventually and he had already turned around to leave the room taking Damian's silence as approval when he finally answered, his monotone voice echoing in the wide expanse of room.
"Sure, little one"
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..45 minutes timeskip...
Kale's POV
The sound of the front door opening brought me back to my senses and I shook my head glancing once more at the portrait I had been staring intently at. It was the portrait of a young boy no more than ten years old, quite the handsome kid too. His hair was jet black like that of Mr. Miller's and his wide honey coloured eyes shone brightly even as a painting. A faint blush covered his pale face and he sat on a wooden stool, hands folded together and ankles crossed.
I mean, I wasn't into men, but something about the portrait struck at me. I folded my arms and scrunched my brows in thought.
Princeps's concerned voice once again brought me back to my senses and I quickly glanced at all the other portraits that decorated the dark walls of the dining room not wanting to miss a single one before rushing out onto the corridor. I was met with the backs of princeps, Qadar, V.P and Mr. Miller all surrounding a tall figure that stood contesting heights with Mr. Miller. The person looked like he was trying to calm all of them down until Qadar moved his annoying head out of the way and we both made eye contact.
The honey coloured eyes I had been staring at a while ago widened seemingly shocked before contracting in what seemed like a glare. He stomped past all of them up to my front and jabbed his fist into my chest slightly tilting his head to glare up at me.
"You.... You bastard!" He growled obviously very pissed. His concerning and probably misdirected anger however, didn't faze me as for the second time since our eyes met, an unknown voice sounded in my head.
[Hey twerp! I'm talking to you!] I blinked unbelievingly as I stared blankly at the huffing man who looked like he'd kill me if given the chance.
Is the voice coming from him? How on earth is he talking into my head? It doesn't seem like he's the one doing it though.... My mind was in utter chaos as I tried to comprehend the absurdity of my situation.
[Tch* bastard. I'm asking you where the meat at?] The strange voice demanded again and I was sure as hell of one thing this time.
Fuck, I'm going crazy.