⟫»—> 𝕿he brief explanation of past captured his attention, chin dipping as dark brows rose. Going to be? Curiouser and curiouser, though she stepped over it as if trash littering the floor and continued on. More commanding now, her words took deciphering but the World Eater managed well enough. She wished a demonstration of him. Of course, who was to believe he truly was the immortal son of Akatosh while confined in a cheap suit, and messy locks.
❝ Very well. ❞
Rolling his mortal shoulders, the jacket tugged - it felt tight, and uncomfortable. He hadn’t noticed it until now. He must have been distracted. With frayed threads, it took only a good yank to rip the two buttons clasping it together, and discarding the thing. The white button-up below allowed his arms movement, once he tested again. Better. The dovah turned on his heels, eyes examining one of the larger bay windows, and strode over, steps long, and his infinite self-pride gifting them an air of confidence. Below, heavy Chicago traffic reamed, and the sun shown brightly through the glass panes. Clasping his hands behind his back, Alduin stared, almost belittling the world, out at the busy city.
As if in a movie, the world below slowed, nearly halting. No where a step ended, and the cars, hardly moving before, seemed to stop. A pigeon mid-flight, traveling through the ariel streets above the concrete, hovered, each gray feather seen in detail as they bent to the drive of the wind as they lowered in propulsion. A smirk creased his unshaven face.
❝ Tiid ro. ❞ Turning his head, and glancing over his shoulder he added, ❝ Do you need more convincing? ❞
Her hand was upon the rim of her sunglasses to be removed in one swift motion. To say farewell to this strange man that seemed to root into her life. Then he started removing his jacket and color her intrigued by that physique, but it was not that which halted her movements, but the ancient words that made her snakes rattle and squirm.
Gaze following his to the busy street below, her mouth dropped open. “How did you…” Her eyes locked with his. Then she smirked. No, this one was a keeper for a little while longer. She might have use for him yet. “My turn, Sweets.” If he tried to run, she would “handle” it. With a swift movement, the wig came off her mane of snakes and they all unraveled to lay by her shoulders, some even daring enough to stretch out to her guest. “Heard of me?”
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//*squeak*