Why is New York so damn Noisy? He sighed inwardly as bored golden sienna eyes watched the traffic pass from his high up office. It was a day like any other day in the bustling city of New York, smoggy, noisy and overcast. It was still early morning so the cloud cover had yet to burn off under the warm fall sun.
The man sitting in the desk was regal, yet imposing in a 'tall-dark-and-handsome' kind of way. He wore his ebony hair long, the silken locks tied neatly back while his bangs were allowed to fall in his dark tan skinned face.
His complexion made his eyes look more golden than should be natural for a man, not that he was a normal man in any sense to be honest.
He tapped the end of his pen on his coffee cup in a bored fashion, he hadn't gotten a call from Edward in weeks and it was starting to make him depressed again. Hell, even Janice called him more often than that old fool did.
Though, He thought She's more doing it because she doesn't want me to relapse again. he sighed and frowned, could they really blame him for not wanting to be in this world anymore? He was really starting to wonder if all this waiting was for nothing...
Will I ever actually see her again? Or is all this for naught? his gaze drifted over the city scape and he was suddenly over come with a strong yearning to be home. To see tall green trees and smell fresh, unpolluted air... he sighed yet again and wondered how many times he had done that in the past couple hours...the past week...the past few months...hell, the past several Centuries. I really need to stop sighing so much. He thought sourly.
"Do I even have any appointments today?" he wondered aloud and turned towards his desk, he really needed a distraction, badly "..Or am I just stuck with stupid paper work again?" He grumbled and absently looked through the paperwork on his desk
"Why didn't I become a Lawyer? At least I would be able to yell at people..." He would have continued his grumbling had his cellphone not suddenly rang.
He perked and picked it up, his eyes widened a bit after he saw who's number it was, he quickly flipped it open and answered in a calm and collected voice "Hello Edward, so nice of you to call after several months of nothing."
"Oh please Damian, I've been busy as you should well know. Now, I am sorry I have not called in so long...BUT, I have a job for you."
Damian raised a brow and leaned back in his chair "You do hm? Do tell."
"You'll be managing a beginner, a very talented beginner who had a HORRID manager. I'm sending this little pup your way in hopes that you can give them a hand. They should be arriving soon from what I've been told."
"They, they, they, is it a man or a woman Ed?" Damian asked testily
"Tsk tsk, keep the testiness to a minimum. I won't say, so you'll just have to see for yourself." Edward replied in his ever cheery tenor, which only further agitated Damian "Now, I need to get back to work so ill chat with you later."
"Mhm, talk to you later Ed." he clicked the phone shut and sighed once more "Lovely...just Lovely...what did he do to me this time?"
Doodle: True to Edward's word within five minutes footsteps clomped up to the door of Damian's office, followed by a pause and rustle of paper before there was a knock on the door. His new client came up to his collarbone and was heavily bundled due to the outside temperature. The loud footsteps had been due to the heavy boots they were wearing, the forecast had called for snow and they apparently did not want to be caught out in it unprepared.
As a beginner they would also not have a personal driver just yet to drop them off right outside, that or they were not yet familiar with such things.
The large black and purple knitted hat with its pompom on top was pulled low and the black scarf over their nose, giving his new client the look of a ninja.
The long coat must have been worn over one or two more layers to explain the bulkiness of their appearance, thick pants and mittens finished off the outfit, one mittened hand held a paper with Damien's office number circled.
Mystick: Damian looked up and watched his new client with curious eyes, he raised a brow and waved a hand "You must be the rookie Edward sent me hm?"
He motioned to a chair in front of his desk "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, would you like anything? Coffee? Cocoa? Tea?" he smiled in a friendly manner, this person was so bundled he had no idea if it was a man or a woman yet, which was a tad unnerving to be honest.
I'm sure I'll figure it out soon enough he mused to himself.
Doodle: Nodding the person stepped inside with a muffled, ".. 'anks. Cocoa's good.." They even sounded groggy, Edward had not said how far said rookie came to come to New York. The weather outside had chapped their face slightly and there was evidence of bags under there eyes. Whoever it was, they were not wearing make-up, after taking the thick mittens off they rubbed their eyes tiredly. Plopping down into the offered chair they person leaned back, disregarding that their legs fell open as far as the jacket would allow, feet splayed out.
Mystick: He chuckled lightly and stood up, walking to a table he had set up to the side of his office with said refreshments, he began making his new client up some of the desired cocoa "You know, you can un-bundle yourself, it's rather pleasant in here and I'd hate for you to over heat."
Doodle: They complied with a bit of a shiver, as if to say 'it's not THAT warm in here...' First off was the long coat which was shed right onto the chair they sat in. Under the outermost layer was a zip-up sweater that they also removed to show a comfortable buttoned flannel on underneath that.
Pulling off the hat revealed deep auburn hair that frizzed about,k it was apparently pulled into a ponytail but the length was indiscernible since it was tucked into the back of their flannel.
Mystick: Damian brought over the cocoa and set it on the front of the desk so it was in reach, The hair color alone struck a cord...and what was more was the semi familiar scent in the air.
No...it...it CAN'T be...can it? he kept his cool and sat languidly in his chair, crossing one leg over the other.
He wore a deep maroon sweater and soft black slacks, he looked like he should be lounging in a sofa curled up with a good book and a cup of tea, rather than in a simplistically decorated office sitting in a swivel chair.
Doodle: The person's eyes had been shaded and dark before, but now as the scarf was unwound to fully reveal a face that was decidedly feminine their dark green color could be seen. "Thanks.." She leaned forward and picked up the mug, stirring it a bit more before blowing on a spoonful of the hot cocoa and sipping it so as to not burn her mouth.
Mystick: Damian thought his heart was going to either one, stop completely, or two, jump out of his chest. He was trying to refrain from letting it do either. "No problem at all," he smiled and rested his hands on his lap to try and keep them from shaking. It was her, after all this time. After all the waiting and the searching...she was here.
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