The cold wind howled through the corridors, sending chills down the new arrivals back, reminding everyone of the cruel side of this beautiful but frigid landscape. Even inside this voluptuous building wasn’t safe anyone from the wuthering breath of nature. The hall filled with pregnant silence, just the gawking breeze’s noise interrupted it from time to time, even if the emptiness ended quite some time ago, the shapes of long, puffy coats created a more welcoming aura until their wearing person’s rude and emotionless face didn’t show up from the new comings. Yet one of them even among the unusual persons seemed more eccentric and strange, wearing the warm coat the way no one else. Meeting with your gaze, his own cold indigos narrowed, his well-shaped brows furrowed to a strict, almost bitter expression, covering his emotionless facade with the cruel truth – despising everything and everyone around him with a superior aura, especially you. Letting out a scoff, his soft lips pursed together to a menacing, even disgusted emotion. His melodic tone dripped with condescension and annoyance, feeling close to snapping at your audacity to even look at him not to mention that staring… close enough to put into your place finally. “What are you looking at, trash? Keep your pretty eyes away from me, your presence is already enough to make me sick and bedraggle my ulterior existence. Continue this and the newbie soon learns what kind of place she gets herself into.”
Scaramouche
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