He was as relaxed as he could be, at a decent halfway point of a good Pratchett novel while awaiting for Michayla to return. Her little gasp of surprised definitely did catch his attention, looking over to her and not even recognizing that she may in fact be looking at him. Time to time he'd been in her field of view, and it seemed like she saw him, so right now he simply figured she was surprised by a thought that crossed her mind. The first comment being on her state of consciousness wasn't very helpful, however, as he was simply confused as to what may have happened between when he was last in the bathroom with her and now. "Wha-" Dezmond began to question, but the frantic Mickey soon fumbled for her phone and picked it up, soon after directing her intent to her not-so-new house guest.
A long pause lasted while he furrowed his brows and looked to Michayla with a hesitant confusion. There was no way, right? It's only as she kept her gaze on him that he'd slowly lean to the right, and as her eyes followed him, his confusion would quickly turn to shock. "Ah!" He'd exclaim in his shock, his book vanishing into radiant light as he reached both arms up as though he were under arrest. During that very movement, he'd move to stand; An action that resulted in a part of his body phasing through the chair until he was standing behind it. Though appearing mostly solid, there was a slight waver to the border around his body. "W-wait, you can't see me, can you?!" He questioned frantically, the slight accent behind his words sounding almost British as disbelief was clear in his tone.
Now that she had a good image of her Guardian Angel, it was clear to see Dezmond cared for his image. On top of that, he was incredibly well dressed. Wearing a fitted designer suit, with a silver chain danging from his collar baring a cross that dangled over his snug tie, and an assortment of gem encrusted rings upon each of his fingers. Along with that, it almost looked as though he was wearing makeup? Maybe some light foundation, and product near his eyes to help them pop. Sure, he was invisible to everyone, but he chose to look good for himself. Not everyone else. Now, however, he just looked as scared as she initially did, if not more so.
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Romance*~*This is a creative project between myself (Paige) and a colleague of mine (Early). These are posts from a personal back and forth between the two of us that I'll be posting here to read more leisurely in an easier format.*~* Michayla Macy's life...
