04-23-2022, 01:14 AM
“Seven is… well, Seven.”
He chuckled at that. When pressed into confessing a profession, Seven claimed consultant. However, the word was no more or less accurate than asking someone to describe their soul. He was who was he, and Z’s description was about as accurate as anything Seven had ever heard. His amusement carried over to Zhenya with a shared glance. The quiet and somewhat reserved Z had come out of his shell in Manifesto. They had accumulated a number of alcoholic drinks by that point, and even Seven admitted the power of lowered inhibitions, but he wondered if there was something more. Maybe it was the change of clothes. Seven’s mood could certainly be swayed by a svelte coat.
He was enjoying watching the parry of swords between Z and Cruz until Z let a choice phrase drop. Former royals was buried among a list of other comparisons, and Seven didn’t think the others took any mind. Certainly his own expression was one of continued curiosity. Z didn’t specifically identify the oil tycoon or world-changing company leader as they could be anyone in sight. Lumping in royalty to the mix wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. More likely, it was sarcasm.
But still, Seven took great care to conceal his past. He sipped from the champagne flute as soon as it was delivered, seemingly no less enthused by the reunion than before until Z began to explain his visions. Old letters of a dead language flickered around Zhenya’s head? He looked to the glow of dark hair as if they may reveal themselves, but there was a moment when Z met Seven’s eye and he willed a silent plea that his own visions remained between them.
It explained how Z knew about the royal connection. It was meaningless these days, but titles were a power he discarded long ago. He wanted to make his way in the world on his own merit. Plus, it was just good sense to avoid certain topics while in the heart of Moscow.
Seven soon boasted, “An incredible talent!” he pat Z on the shoulder and somehow subtly turned Cruz to face Zhenya. With a charming flash of a smile, Seven somehow positioned himself between the two and diverted attention to someone who deserved their attention far more.
“I hear that we have something interesting to look at?” he asked.
He chuckled at that. When pressed into confessing a profession, Seven claimed consultant. However, the word was no more or less accurate than asking someone to describe their soul. He was who was he, and Z’s description was about as accurate as anything Seven had ever heard. His amusement carried over to Zhenya with a shared glance. The quiet and somewhat reserved Z had come out of his shell in Manifesto. They had accumulated a number of alcoholic drinks by that point, and even Seven admitted the power of lowered inhibitions, but he wondered if there was something more. Maybe it was the change of clothes. Seven’s mood could certainly be swayed by a svelte coat.
He was enjoying watching the parry of swords between Z and Cruz until Z let a choice phrase drop. Former royals was buried among a list of other comparisons, and Seven didn’t think the others took any mind. Certainly his own expression was one of continued curiosity. Z didn’t specifically identify the oil tycoon or world-changing company leader as they could be anyone in sight. Lumping in royalty to the mix wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. More likely, it was sarcasm.
But still, Seven took great care to conceal his past. He sipped from the champagne flute as soon as it was delivered, seemingly no less enthused by the reunion than before until Z began to explain his visions. Old letters of a dead language flickered around Zhenya’s head? He looked to the glow of dark hair as if they may reveal themselves, but there was a moment when Z met Seven’s eye and he willed a silent plea that his own visions remained between them.
It explained how Z knew about the royal connection. It was meaningless these days, but titles were a power he discarded long ago. He wanted to make his way in the world on his own merit. Plus, it was just good sense to avoid certain topics while in the heart of Moscow.
Seven soon boasted, “An incredible talent!” he pat Z on the shoulder and somehow subtly turned Cruz to face Zhenya. With a charming flash of a smile, Seven somehow positioned himself between the two and diverted attention to someone who deserved their attention far more.
“I hear that we have something interesting to look at?” he asked.