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And stranger than your sympathy [CLOSED / INCOMPLETE]

Jan 21, 2009 23:16

Who: Illumi Zaoldyeck & Hisoka
WHAT: The Seventy-Third Hell is Cosplay
WHERE: The Marketplace
WHEN: Day 300

( Take these things, so I don't feel )

Ω hisoka, Ω illumi zaoldyeck

Comments 3

justamagician January 26 2009, 10:01:26 UTC

Hisoka knew. Hisoka always knew, didn't he? It wasn't often that the man was caught by surprise by anything, and even on the rare occasions that he was the surprise didn't last long. And then the unexpected event merely became one more thing that Hisoka knew, understood, and anticipated.

One of the things that he knew, for example, was what time Illumi tended to get off of work. He knew where he worked, of course. And he knew how his dear roommate dressed at work, as well.

Sometimes the elements all together in one place were simply too irresistible.

Hisoka's smile was a pleased one as he moved through the market place. Chalk it up to another thing Hisoka knew: Illumi's typical route home again. And as the man himself came into view, looking a good deal less like a man than usual -- which wasn't very much to begin with, really -- Hisoka's smile inched just one or two degrees wider.

"Good evening, Miss~" Hisoka greeted him once he was near enough. He let no hint of either recognition or playfulness cross his face. It wasn't as if ( ... )

empty_obsidian January 28 2009, 03:19:15 UTC

Those black eyes revealed nothing as slender body turned to face the source of that very familiar voice. No surprise, no dread, no panic. Illumi was under the impression that he had been quite circumspect about his other job. That he had been sly enough to keep it quiet from the other man. Perhaps in the end, he'd tried too hard. Too quiet, too stealthy, and he'd inevitably drawn the other's attention about where it was he went when he disappeared into the shadows at two in the afternoon.

"Why, Hello." Illumi's voice was even, quiet and metered and softly aloof. His heartbeat quickened in his chest as those depthless orbs peered across the distance at Hisoka. He wouldn't admit the truth unless pushed in to it. Lies were quiet comforts, willing self-deception that Hisoka didn't know, didn't recognize him. He did not want to have to touch such cruel admittance, the truth of what he did that was easier to ignore ( ... )

justamagician January 29 2009, 06:59:35 UTC

That cool, calm smile didn't change -- at least not outwardly. Narrow eyes didn't shift from keeping careful watch of Illumi, the relaxed and sprawled (but constantly carefully balanced) posture gave no give to suspicion or undue amusement.

"Oh, quite good, I should say," he said amiably. It was a fine evening, as far as they tended to go. There had been no more rain. There was an odd growth on the beach, but, well, nothing interesting.

"And yours?" The question accompanied a slight cock of his head, and he stepped to the side and held out an arm, gentlemanly, in a silent offer to escort the fine maiden in the direction he'd originally been going.