Not An Introduction. Not Really.

[areyouwatching]

His eyes show no curiosity about the place he has found himself in. After all: He's been here before. He's holding a red rubber ball in his hand, which he bounces, carefully as he walks. A distraction. His whole world is one distraction after another. He's silent, never a man of too many words

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[magicians_wife]

Sarah is in her nightclothes, a robe draped over her shoulders as she heads down from her room in the Mansion to sit by the fireplace, unable to sleep.

The bouncing of the ball on the floor draws her attention to her husband. There is a small bit of white fabric tied around her neck where the red mark is, fashionably enough even though there is no need for fashion in nightclothes. She looks away from the man and moves to pour herself tea and seat herself, quietly.

[areyouwatching]

He'll tip his head and catch the ball, pocketing it before moving quietly to approach Sarah. She's fragile, she must be after what happened and he approaches with the utmost care.

"Sarah...You should be asleep, Love."

[magicians_wife]

The girl is beyond fragile. She had been broken once before, and was only still putting the pieces back together as best as she could manage.

Sarah pulls her knees into her chest where she sits and sips at her tea. "I couldn't sleep."

[areyouwatching]

"Can I get you anything, Love?" He'll move to crouch near her, at her feet if she's in a chair, beside her if she's sitting on the ground itself. "A blanket maybe? It's a little chilly."

[mad_leprechaun]

*with a friendly slap on the back* So how about that drink, man?

[areyouwatching]

He looks at the man, and without emotion catches the ball and slips it into his pocket. "If you're treating."

[mad_leprechaun]

*unsettled* Sure, but next time it's your round...