The Spiny Serpent [Closed ~ Not Hiring]

[Essy ze Ninja]

Everywhere I look around I see how everyone aught to be

Every time I see myself I see there's always something wrong with me

𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑱𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒕

𝑂 𝑐 𝑐 𝑙 𝑢 𝑚 𝑒 𝑛 𝑠

[Mid March]

And so she clung like a weed, vining herself around his form, greedily basking in his rays like the high noon sun. Rare enough as it is for the gambling den whose only saving grace was its hiding spot on the dark side of the moon. Dragon hide boots sunk into the plush scarlet rug, its golden accents wove intricate curls around the border. As he sauntered through the room, past the mahogany bar, past the two small French marble-top guéridons in flame matched mahogany, serpent heads' supported the tripod base and on each one, a candelabra hoisted three flickering red sticks, he slid his cigar between dry lips, switched his glass from the left to right, and slipped his free hand in his pocket to slide on that wedding band without missing a step. Then, he fluidly shifted back to his former stature to finally reach Deveron's table. Remington slid into an open chair across from him and grinned as he exhaled a cloud of thick, billowing tobacco smoke. He nodded briefly as the man addressed him, 'under lock and key', he said, ”And curse,” Remy chimed in, musing a chuckle under his breath. ”I am, and we are. I'll have to introduce you one day,” he lied, of course, but it was only polite to extend the offer. He paused to wash a swig of scotch down his throat and hide his grin behind the cigar as he breathed, ”It's a boy, by the way, Edric.”

Remington hardly had a chance to utter another word until the subtle antics of his newest employee had daunted down the spiral staircase and proceeded to examine the walls. He only quirked a brow; he supposed he aught to be surprised, or at least the slightest bit curious, but Luthiel was hardly a conventional woman, by any means. He'd gotten used to it, by now, expected it, even. Still eager to observe, he inclined his posture briefly and puffed away on that cigar, all the while, Luthiel set herself to hunting down an enchanted snake and stoppered it within a glass jar. Its darkness almost teased the tip of his tongue, malicious and sweet in its venomous aura. He waved her over as Deveron had seen fit to extend an invitation, though any amusement that had highlighted his features fled to shadows. ”How uncharacteristically humorous of you, Deveron, indeed, I'd belittle myself to join you, but I'm afraid that isn't physically possible, is it?" He jabbed, only able to refrain himself for so long. ”Lu, dear, please, join us. Indulge me in your travels, it's been far too long since I've last left England.” he admitted regrettably but quickly added, ”I'm quite sure our comedic friend could do with a bit of culture in his life.” He nearly cursed; is that honestly the best he can come up with?

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46 years old ♛ 6’3” ♛ 185lbs
Home ♛ Office ♛ Island
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