[Dark brown, observant eyes darted around the room as the brunette moved through the heavy double doors. Her face was impassive, her whole body thrumming with tension, as if at any moment she might have to spring into action. She noted exits, possible weapons and obstacles, made herself aware of everything in the matter of a few seconds... Everything it seemed but the blonde who stood across the table with his back to her.
She noticed him finally, a thud echoing in her ears just as her eyes fell on the imposing figure of the man who dwarfed her in size, inhaling sharply as the whoosh of air made strands of her long brackish hair lift then settle once more.
It was not like Rose to bite her tongue and yet no sooner had she opened her mouth to demand an explanation from the stranger, she closed it, letting out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, struck silent not by this his appearance but the power that came off of him in waves, the steadiness that was both oddly familiar and comforting to her.
What may well have only been a minute felt like an eternity as she waited for him to acknowledge her existence, a slightly quickened pulse, her slow and deliberate breaths all that Rose could hear as she moved not so much as an inch.
Rose Hathaway was good at a lot of things. Silence however, was not one of them.]
I'm supposed to see you.
[Immediately irritated by the fact that her tone, rather than have the disinterested edge she'd tried to inject into her words, sounded more unsure than she would have liked.]
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She noticed him finally, a thud echoing in her ears just as her eyes fell on the imposing figure of the man who dwarfed her in size, inhaling sharply as the whoosh of air made strands of her long brackish hair lift then settle once more.
It was not like Rose to bite her tongue and yet no sooner had she opened her mouth to demand an explanation from the stranger, she closed it, letting out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, struck silent not by this his appearance but the power that came off of him in waves, the steadiness that was both oddly familiar and comforting to her.
What may well have only been a minute felt like an eternity as she waited for him to acknowledge her existence, a slightly quickened pulse, her slow and deliberate breaths all that Rose could hear as she moved not so much as an inch.
Rose Hathaway was good at a lot of things. Silence however, was not one of them.]
I'm supposed to see you.
[Immediately irritated by the fact that her tone, rather than have the disinterested edge she'd tried to inject into her words, sounded more unsure than she would have liked.]