[ silva enters the foyer silently, but not without flourish, long coat and light suit and bright hair sucking up all of the surrounding attention. he spots sévérine immediately and darts a look to his side, at one of five who had entered the complex with him, snapping his fingers and pointing to his right. without a word, the lackey peels off towards the lifts with silva's sparse luggage in hand, leaving him free to turn his attention back to sévérine and her small company of bodyguards. ]
Ah, my dear, my dear. [ he opens his arms wide, his smile wider still, closing the distance between them with an amiable, lively gait. when he reaches her, he leans down for a kiss—hard, and conscientious—people do tend to stare, after all.
drawing back an inch, his breath ghosts over the shell of her ear, an eerily compassionate-looking gesture from the outside: a husband consulting his gorgeous wife, or a concerned partner utterly absorbed in how his significant other's day really went. his arm finds the back of the chair, head tilting in faux-concern. ] I trust everything went well?
[ of course it did; he'd checked hours after she was scheduled to meet again. very good girl; that deserves some reward. in addition to punishment, of course, but some reward. ]
☲ action
Ah, my dear, my dear. [ he opens his arms wide, his smile wider still, closing the distance between them with an amiable, lively gait. when he reaches her, he leans down for a kiss—hard, and conscientious—people do tend to stare, after all.
drawing back an inch, his breath ghosts over the shell of her ear, an eerily compassionate-looking gesture from the outside: a husband consulting his gorgeous wife, or a concerned partner utterly absorbed in how his significant other's day really went. his arm finds the back of the chair, head tilting in faux-concern. ] I trust everything went well?
[ of course it did; he'd checked hours after she was scheduled to meet again. very good girl; that deserves some reward. in addition to punishment, of course, but some reward. ]