Demon's (Gold) Game

Cause (and) Effect

A musky scent and the achiness on my shoulders wakes me up, my senses slowly activating to my surroundings.

I slowly open my eyes, until I realize that my face is resting against thin fabric. I raise my head a little as I open my eyes, my blurry vision meeting red at my front. I keep blinking as I try to move my arms, sensing them up and restrained. My gaze follows the limbs, seeing that they're up and bonded by metal shackles on the wrists. They must be up for a little while, my wrists aching to relieve the pressure.

In my confusion I racked my head, until the memories of my unsuccessful try of restraining the Golden Demon and saving the old farmer make guilt and panic eat at my mind.

Well, I'll would continue on that until I see another pair of larger hands, also bound, close to mine. Tendrils of beige fabric curled around it as follows on the wrists, toned forearms until it reaches muscled biceps. Shoulders are hidden by two large bands of fabric, tied to at sash on the waist. The waist clothe in a more brown color with details in gold. My eyes rises through a muscled torso encased in a sleeveless black vest, a red scarf on his neck until I meet a striking pair of orange-ish irises, making me flinch in surprise. His features are made by a strong chin, sharp jaw and cheekbones, angular nose, a single scar in the left eyebrow and a pair of slightly full and pale lips. No deep lines of age or wrinkled skin, in fact the only lines of age the man has are the ones around his mouth. He's skin is smoother than a farmer can have. White and full hair on his head, the bangs almost hiding his glare upon me.

The very older farm, that I'd bumped, is right at front of me. In fact not that old at all, the whiteness of his mane made me think of him was elderly person. This man seems to be older than me but not that old, probably at age range of my master. The striking of it that the man is far handsome despite the deep frown he has.

Probably even more than my master...

'Why I'm thinking of that? The situation is dire enough and yet I keep thinking of how hot the man is? Bad mind!'

- "Haven't you seen enough?" – I'd to hold my self to not shiver at the gravelly and smooth voice that had come out of his lips. His voice slightly familiar but I couldn't grasp from where.

Yet the demanding and sarcastic tone of his triggers a reaction of mine quickly, and snappily I answer without thinking. – "Not enough as I wanted. Too many clothes."

One of his eyebrows rise and he blinks. – "Excuse me?"

I've the terrible habit to flirt and get nervous near gorgeous man. Master Shen had been target of it so many times and I'd to bow just many, asking forgiveness to such behavior. It earns a chuckle from him and pat on my head, he saying that it makes him flattered however advised to restrain such thing. However how can I not get nervous around this man, even more knowing I was the one that put him in this mess?

- "Nothing." – I look to the side quickly, my eyes roaming around the place as an excuse to not look at his face, attempting to hide my embarrassment. The room itself was bare of everything besides some metal tables and what looks to be, surgical syringes. Then I feel the familiar weight of the stone hidden under my clothes. I just need to make my hands free and I can summon Master Shen.

My eyes moves to the other side of his head, still pretending that I was analyzing the surroundings. On seeing nothing I close my eyes and try to summon my magic, however it has no use. Jhin had probably poisoned them with that demacian magic blocker compound, probably making the both of us to not have use of magic for a certain time.

- "Hey." – I try the hardest to not give any other reaction besides alert and neutrality. – "Hey!" – This time he uses a more authoritative tone, making me quickly look at his face again.