cyberterrorism: cidershark ( please dnt ) (ғɪᴠᴇ)
silva ([personal profile] cyberterrorism) wrote 2012-11-17 07:48 am (UTC)

☲ action

[ in response, silva offers her only an assessing, indulgent look, before turning to lead the way towards the lift that would take them directly up to the penthouse suite.

as much as silva appreciates an audience (well, depending on the audience), he had bought two separate rooms for a reason: sévérine was allowed her own quarters almost everywhere they went, as befitting a lady, and silva often preferred to work alone in his own space. no interruptions, no questions asked. it's the same here, with only a locked door to separate their luxurious accommodations, expansive as they are. silva, of course, has the key to the dividing door—the only key—but he hasn't bothered her unduly yet, having been occupied with the acquisition of the servers and the evacuation of the island. but as they wait, ascending the floors, his hand finds the small of her back—a warm weight with an unmistakeable meaning, a threat that lasts until the lift doors open to their floor.

he stops her after they exit, pausing in the corridor, leaning in close.
]

I have something to take care of. [ he looks at her apologetically, like it's the last thing he wants to do. ah, business. ] Why don't you visit me in an hour? We can discuss things then.

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