night lurker.

"Who is she?" he would find himself abruptly asking, his voice echoing in the distance for he had spoken in a tone amplified by confusion and concern. He would find that his stoic facade had unwittingly taken an expression of worry, ears folded back in the event of Basilisk's anxiety. The young man had given Deteste enough hints and though he could not accurately guess at Basilisk's position he understood that these strange responsibilities he mentioned were completely out of his character. Deteste found Basilisk to be lonely but independent. To know there was a party that broke these traits from the young man caused Deteste to question the intent of the party and the willingness of Basilisk's role.



Poise would return to the man in time. Silence and darkness engulfed the pair, leaving an ocean of uncertain space between them. He would stand to stretch his muscles which had tensed at his intuition, breaking his gaze upon his company as he did. He would stare into the distance seeking the light of approaching morning but find only shadow as if the morning would never come. He did not understand his interest in Basilisk. The man knew that Basilisk had every intention of harming Jupiter. Perhaps he also had plans for Medusa and to endanger the loyalty that had rooted itself in him for the seductress was not like him at all. He would turn to the young man again but with an unseeing and thought sunken gaze before speaking once more. I apologize. You have no obligation to tell me anything. he would state, partially retracting his previous inquiry. Some emotion would return to his gaze but if the expression of care would travel between them in the darkness was unknown to Deteste. Nor did he believe such emotion would be desired from Basilisk. He was fully prepared for his company to depart but he hoped that they would stay.