INMARCESIBLE

INMARCESIBLE - 20

The dimly candlelit chamber was one such as a canvas rather than a finished work of art. The air was still but felt as if the air moved like cool water while the aroma of the scented candles infused far more deeply than it did in the light of day. The flame of the candles barely flickered. It was steady and bright enough to relieve the darkness of the room, but it was not enough to read by. The items around the candles casted shadows that radiated out as hands on an old analogue clock would. The wick was blackening steadily, and the wax was slowly turning to liquid, running down the side and onto the glass plate.

The silhouettes around the room were already very discernible as the shadows stole even their forms.

Under the twilight of the muted hues, three crisp figures glowed with the mild light of the candles.

"You....what have you in mind?" The fierce frame of Eric glowed beneath the flickering light.

"My my! Look how violent you have become. I can see that there needs to be someone to hold your reins now Warnard." The blond youth sighed as if he were a concernable old grown-up.

"Enough of your facade Leon! Both of us knows that you being here is not due to anything other than your own gains." Eric puffed in ire. ".....did He sent you to keep an eye on me?" Eric's scrutinizing gaze was penetrating the air of the entire room.

"Oh excellent! How I love that prompting look on your face." Leon laughed like a giddy child, a quiet glee dancing in his ocean eyes. "We are not your babysitters Warnard. Please do not worry yourself to death."

"Whatever maybe the case, what we have in our minds is none of your business Ian Benjamin Warnard! But I do strongly suggest you keep to your own business." The snappish blunt reply of Juliet was enough to stir a chill in the yellow hued room. She looked like she was not to be trifled with.

"Do not call me that Juliet!" Eric couldn't help but roar. Even he was not someone to be trifled with after all. "And I would very much like that too. But it doesn't look like your business has nothing to do with mine." Eric let out a sinister smile which didn't quite look like a smile, "Since you two were heedless enough to step into this side of the realm. Don't you know, this is my turf?"

"Alright alright, will you two break it up already?" Leon waved his hand in a good-natured way. "We shall not prod into your business Warnard, so we do hope you too shall abide to our terms and not poke your nose into ours."

"It better be that way Leon Aslan The Crome. Trust me, you wouldn't want any discord between us. And when you are done with whatever you are after, I expect you to perish from my sight forever." Eric's profound irises were a monochrome tinges, as the glare deepened. It was the kind of glare that harbored intent. There was a tale behind it, something they all couldn't help but be connected to.

"Understood." The smile in Leon Aslan's lips never left its place. Like bonded to his soft lips for an eternity. The youth had an unreadable expression on which didn't give away anything that he had in his mind.

Having said his piece, Eric hmphed in discontent and left the rather bleak chamber in a huff.

"What do you think we should do now?" Juliet Genevieve Montefiore looked at the jolly Leon.

"What is there to mull over so much my dear Juliet, as I have told Warnard already, we shall proceed as was planned." Leon had a lovely childlike expression on his beautiful face, all the while his thought unclear.

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Saraphina.

The chilly air in the room was stroked with high-pitched angry notes of music as I played in an unorthodox violent fashion. My thoughts were twisting and turning, suffocating me with their whispers.