Thread: The Power in Addiction [Defiant x Temptationist]

When she repeated 'fine' he put his hands on his hips and arched a brow. Alright, no need to get so worked up about it, he said but the exasperated expression on his face gaze way easily to a cheshire grin and his hands slipped from his hips and came to rest at his sides. He missed having pants then, he liked having his hands in his pockets but he was still in his boxers since the examination. Listen to you? he asked, watching her as she snatched up his clipboard then sighed and nodded his head, falling into step behind her. Fine. You're way. It's not like I know much about what you need done or anything, he pointed out and followed her at a quick pace, forgoing his clothes as he walked along the slick hallways in his bare feet. Chase sighed as they walked and glanced at the alarm, his eyes flashed quickly and the alarms silenced. The sudden silence was almost deafening but it was much better than the high pitched wailing. Try to keep up, he mocked her voice and made a face as he followed. He had an odd way of showing appreciation. Even though he really didn't want to get rid of this addiction. At least he didn't think he really did. But he knew where it lead. And it was a scary path. The floor was cool under his feet as he followed, his eyes drifting from side to side as he tried to figure out where it was she was taking him, though he did have an idea. He wanted to commit the way there to memory. How do people carry laundry down that stairwell? He asked when he saw the laundry room. It's so inconvenient, he commented while he continued to follow her. He stepped onto the elevator and glanced at her then held his hands up when he saw the glare she was sending his way. Seriously. You need to chill out. I'm offering myself up as a guinea pig for you to go mad scientist on. Most psycho doctor would be giddy and wet at the idea, he grumbled and crossed his arms as he watched the doors slide shut. Locking him in the small space with the woman casting him one hell of a glare. He tilted his head at the gloves then slid them on. Bend over an'cough, he said and snapped the elastic around the wrist then popped the medical mask over his face. This is all pretty expensive for a hospital isn't it? He asked, shooting her a quick look. Oh. Do you work with Ethan Hunt possibly? You could pull off Benji's role. Possibly. You'll need to smile a bit more though, he is lovable. Not intimidating an'scary. He turned after she did and looked over the mirror. What's with the mirror? That's an expensive wall for an elevator. And one which I'm sure only you, and now me, know about it, he pointed out, his voice muffled by the mask. He followed after her, arching a brow at her words then looked down at his shorts, he slid his fingers under the elastic band and tugged them out a bit from his stomach and peeked down. Not wearing any of those, he said an then looked up once more. He tilted his head as he looked at Reid. Huh. He looks worse than I thought he would, he commented, not very taken aback since he'd seen his own father before he'd been willed his power and the man died. He'd looked well over 100 at 40. He must have gone a lot crazier with his powers than I thought he did. Felt some of it, when we were in the same general area, he added, glancing at her. He was pretty sure he knew more about Reid's adventures than she did or any other idiot son of Ipswich. When she told him the joke was on him he said nothing, just lifted his gaze to look at her. If I was after that, then I'd have my ways of getting it which wouldn't include shooting myself up with heroine, he pointed out, clenching his jaw. He wouldn't admit he was after that. Because he had to gain her trust. He wanted to know if she could get rid of this addiction. If he could get rid of then addiction then he wouldn't age. And he could be the most powerful of all, while not having to fight off the powerful urge to use as often as he did, to the extent he used it at. No. I know what happened to him, he stated, staring down at Reid. It's what I don't want to happen to me, he lifted his eyes to look across the other warlock to the witch. Why do you keep him like this? It's not exactly something he can come back from. No matter what you do. He's used up his body, he said, turning away. He was bothered by the state of Reid. More so by the fact it was how he could end up.