Amidst the Crash of Worlds

She blinked in astonishment as he flashed her an easy grin. It brought a glow to the monochrome tones of his coat, and eyes that would be a harsh grey if they didn’t seem so content. If she was a witness to a murder, the fact didn’t seem to bother him very much.

He gave the body an uncerimonal shove, and watched it bob along like so much driftwood down the stream. She blinked again, still trying to process the screen. Her mind screamed danger, danger! but for some reason, her legs just didn’t seem to want to do anything.

He spoke to her then, his husky baritone made the words far more inviting then they had any right to be. She rolled on the balls of her feet, contemplating her options. He invited her towards him, did that mean he would give chase if she fled? Did he want her closer so he could dispose of the one witness to his crime?

While he cleaned his armour, she ran her eyes down his long legs, and considered. There was a lot of height to him, and he looked light on his feet despite it. If he chased, she wasn’t entirely certain she would win. “Do you send all your friends off without so much as a goodbye?” she asked, raising her voice into a light question, as though the answer was no matter to her. She was prying, but she tried to play it off as sarcasm.

"Speech"