The Park, Friday Evening (09/28)

[ditheringangel]

A figure stood near the duck pond in the park, so still that he was almost unrecognizable in the long twilight shadows. He could have been a statue, except for the faint orange glow from the end of a cigarette he held in one hand.

[ooc: Open if you'd like to encounter Az. I will do my very best to be around steadily all evening.]

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[manning_09er]

After the day that she had at the Leaf, Meg thought a nice quiet walk in the park was necessary.

Unfortunately, she had yet to notice the man she would recognize as her employer.

[guardian_noir]

Perhaps also unfortunately, Az wasn't the sort to call attention to himself until it suited his needs to do so.

So he watched the girl cross the park, his eyes following her movements, but otherwise did nothing to give his presence away.

Not quite yet.

[manning_09er]

Meg was slowly walking towards him, looking down at her bare feet as she walked along on the grass. Sometimes one just had to take their shoes off to appreciate nature.

Of course that's not what she was thinking. She was thinking about being topless at work today. Dear heavens that was some rude ghost.

[guardian_noir]

Smoke drifted up from the cigarette in Az's hand, filling the air with the scent of cloves and, oddly enough, tea. Once the girl had come within a couple of feet of him, he chuckled low in his throat.

"Looking for something?"

[manning_09er]

Meg looked up, startled, and her face showed instant remoarse. He must have heard about today already. His greeting was a little off.

"No... just out for a walk and oh my goodness... it all got out of hand. I'm so sorry..."

[guardian_noir]

Oh, that was an intriguing response. She knew him -- knew who she believed him to be -- and was half-eaten-up with guilt over something.

He quirked an eyebrow at the girl, staring for a long moment to draw out the discomfort she must have been feeling. "Out of hand? Is that what happened?"

[manning_09er]

"I'm believing it to be, yes. I'm so very sorry and you can trust me it will never happen again," Meg replied softly. "I... thought I was helping someone."

[guardian_noir]

"So you thought your good intentions made up for your actions?"

Az toyed with the cigarette, although he didn't bring it to his lips. "Or are you making excuses for something else?"

His eyes were very blue, very bright.

[manning_09er]

Her eyes flickered to the cigarette in his hand. She wasn't aware he smoked. Looking back to him, his eyes seemed to hold hers captive. They were beautiful eyes, she always thought so, but tonight they seemed especially bright.

"Not necessarily, no. I was just trying to help. It was odd, I realize this now..." Or are you making excuses for something else. Was she? Meg considered for a brief moment how it felt to be looked at and her cheeks fused with color; she was embarrassed that he knew this.

"I don't know," she whispered.

[guardian_noir]

It was almost pitiful, really, how easily mortals allowed themselves to be manipulated. Give them one small, vague statement that meant nothing, and they would twist it into whatever meaning suited them.

What was that saying? Give them enough rope to hang themselves?

Az leaned close, close enough that Meg could smell the scent of...cologne, perhaps? A combination of that odd tea and cloves cigarette smoke, a hint of butterscotch, the faintest underlying touch of something metallic and bitter. "Oh, I think you do know. And I think perhaps it's time you admitted it."

[ooc: Say hello to your new friend, Lust. ;)]

[manning_09er]

His leaning close to her didn't bother her. His demeanor was just enough to have her slightly questioning but he smelled so nice, so comforting... there was also something else there that she couldn't quite name.

"Admit it," she said, looking up into his eyes. "Yes, yes I think you are right."

[guardian_noir]

"Of course I am. I've been around, my dear. You wouldn't believe the things I've seen."

He smirked, and drew just a few inches closer before straightening and looking out across the park. "Shame, really, that people waste so much time pretending to be something their not. Who knows what might happen tomorrow, after all?"

[manning_09er]

Meg didn't follow his gaze, instead her own stayed locked upon him, his profile. She licked her lips and came forward to stand directly in front of him. "Truer words I've yet to hear," she replied softly, her voice sultry with the heat she was suddenly feeling.

[guardian_noir]

One eyebrow shot up, and Az gazed down at Meg with an amused expression. He supposed he could take advantage of her, but even he had limits, and jailbait little girls were on the other side of those limits.

Besides. It was infinitely better if she went out and drew someone else into her little web of temptation.

"Then hadn't you best be going? The night's drawing on, and you never know when you'll run out of time."

[manning_09er]

She gave him a teasing, wicked little grin, and reached up to trail her fingertips down across his cheek. "Yes, I should... " then with a lilting little laugh, she turned and worked her hips gently, walking away from him.

[guardian_noir]

A low chuckle, and the scent of cloves and tea, followed after her.