Why so silent?

[away_from_all]

A tall, impossibly lean man steps into the mansion as silent as a ghost and moving just as fluidly. Long, elegant fingers are encased in black leather, the rest of him clothed in a black evening suit with an opera cape fastened around his skeletal shoulders

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[heartofbirds]

His face is carefully set, perfectly neutral. "Hello."

[away_from_all]

Had he been seen? Was that possible? He had been taken aback by the change in environment, had hesitated before concealing himself. Perhaps he had been seen then.

At the sound of a man's voice, the phantom sinks further into the shadows, only as noticable as ink upon black parchment. "Take heed, Monsieur, you know not to who you speak."

[heartofbirds]

"I frequently speak to people I don't know." He looks down at his hands, quietly. "I'm afraid it's rather inevitable."

[away_from_all]

"A very good way to find yourself in trouble, Monsieur." The masked figure in the shadows warns.

[heartofbirds]

"You're very right," he agrees blandly.