[She was not sure what she was expecting when making when she stood on the doorstep of the modest town home and rang the bell. It was not to be greeted by name. And by the master of the residence. Not that she had given the matter a lot of thought, not with all the other looping, racing thoughts and flashes of insight that lurked around every dim corridor and in the restlessness of sleep.
But after retrospective consideration one should have held no expectations when it came to those whose passion was esoteric knowledge. Which, in some ways, made them easier to flock together and exchange information. Like sought like and it would forever be easier to discuss the unbelievable with someone who already had a toe in the pool - so to speak.
Which suits her purposes well since there is little time to gently ease into the subject. Not to say Vanessa was about to spill her guts. Sensitive information must be guarded carefully and even with assurances that Mr. Tepes was discrete she would hold herself back. She had already slipped and let herself lose control, there would be no relapse.]
Mr. Tepes, thank you for agreeing to meet with me.
[The smile is polite, warm in a way that doesn't truly reach her a little too empty eyes. Stepping forward she offers her hand taking the moment to study him. Sharp angles like a concealed rapier, and a gold that holds a hint of something cold.]
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But after retrospective consideration one should have held no expectations when it came to those whose passion was esoteric knowledge. Which, in some ways, made them easier to flock together and exchange information. Like sought like and it would forever be easier to discuss the unbelievable with someone who already had a toe in the pool - so to speak.
Which suits her purposes well since there is little time to gently ease into the subject. Not to say Vanessa was about to spill her guts. Sensitive information must be guarded carefully and even with assurances that Mr. Tepes was discrete she would hold herself back. She had already slipped and let herself lose control, there would be no relapse.]
Mr. Tepes, thank you for agreeing to meet with me.
[The smile is polite, warm in a way that doesn't truly reach her a little too empty eyes. Stepping forward she offers her hand taking the moment to study him. Sharp angles like a concealed rapier, and a gold that holds a hint of something cold.]