Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181123043222

His eyes continue to gaze on the horizon of the window. Once in a while, Prad would take a gander at his plastered arm, only for disappointment to settle in with the unwelcomed rush of pain from the scars still healing. "Of course..." he sighs.

He turns to the room, seeing his tormentor still sitting by a non-existent chair. His mere presence, even in image only, makes a literal stain on the realm through his violet irises. As if he didn't belong. "Hum..."

The wish to see time pass faster to his recovery sees him spill a temptation. One that comes to challenge his resolve as the man in the wall snaps his hidden glare back, sensing his impendent question. The man keeps his silence, awaiting Prad's word, seeding more doubt. The latter's throat swallows hard with a stern breath, readying himself for what he is to ask.

"Hum...can I ask you something?"

The man in the wall considers Prad's question for a moment. His head twitches sideways a few times, unnerving the young man. In a swift gesture, he snaps the crystal held in his hand away, his entire incorporeal presence turned to the window dweller "You wish to see the hourglass tick? Very well, I shall indulge you. What ticks your mind, my surrogate?"

"Well, I was wondering---

His voice is cut away by the knock on the door, prompting the man in the wall to snap his head at the instrument. His hand waves at the door, the two's eyes filtering through the physical object, seeing the lord of the palace.

"Your hesitance sees your inquiry rejected. This one has word to spend with you" he comments, to Prad's increased unnervation. One ramped up by his following "Do go on. I doubt his majesty will tolerate this lapse on your end, especially with your presence on his domain".

Prad sighs once more, making his way to the door. Opening it with quickness, he returns to the window, distance being his sole herald. His attempt to look elsewhere, obvious...