Thread: The Reaping {Victor Kane & Enigma_x}

The tint of red spreading across her cheeks only made Eisenheim feel more satisfied, as if it nurtured his arrogance. Arrogance was his weak spot and it was soon going to make things even more interesting. He listened carefully to her answer. He had guessed right about the pendant being a family heirloom but with this little bit of information he know knew from where Evas and her sisters strong powers stemmed from. He didnt respond with words, but his expression and body language gave off the feeling that he was satisfied with her response. He slowly straightened himself up and placed his palms on the table, exposing the silver skull cufflinks as bait. He was dead sure she would aim for them or his mask, but it turned out she wasnt that easy to trick. Business and pleasure bring me to this small town. I would tell you the nature of my business but then wed be breaking the rules of the game. One question per move. His smirk suddenly faded into surprise as she went for his hat. It did get him a bit tense but he controlled himself and once his hat landed on his head he felt a sudden surge of power, like machine coming back to life. He quickly dampened the surge of power so he could conceal it from the witch. He was back on the grid as the reapers termed it and back with his powers. The stakes had been set higher now. Eisenheim didnt like when things didnt go his way and his mind raced to work a way to regain control. This endeavor was supposed to be calculated and for his amusement, not the other way around. Though the way she slowly placed the black bowler hat over his head did distract him for a moment. He frame was curvaceous by the right amount and the way the silk she wore clung to her flesh made him wonder if hed be able slip it off her. Time seemed to slow down while they were playing this game. The game was rigged in his favor since both had quite a few items to strip off, which could be managed in public, and Eisenheim knew more about her than she did about him. He knew all the right questions to ask. Before he was able to make a move he felt a strong aura of power. Someone rather strong was approaching the pair. He was well trained to conceal his powers making him seem ordinary and that is what he did. The reapers grey hues showed a hint of mischief as he merely heard Michael and Evas little encounter. Not once did he turn his head to face Michael. He was far too interested in seeing how quickly Evas tone had changed and the amount of rage that was spewing from within her, translating into her fingers. For a moment he thought she would lose her cool and burn the bar down. However things, calmed down. Kinky Bitch. Suppressing a loud laugh upon hearing that was too hard and it made the man let slip a small chuckle. This new development had made the game more interesting. The reapers fingers slowly drummed on the table, his half exposed features hinting that he was definitely up to no good. Evas display of the power she could muster had tickled Eisenheims arrogance and cockiness to the point that suddenly he let his iris return to the dark shade of crimson that they usually were when he had his hat on. The transition from grey to red was clearly visible and was on purpose because he was going to raise the stakes higher. Sure it doubled the risk factor of him being exposed but the blonde in front of him was excitement and Eisenheim craved excitement paired with lust. You should learn to control your powers. Witches are supposed to be careful. You couldve set everything on fire. But one should expect this from a fiery woman such as you, right? The dynamics were suddenly shifted. The element of surprise of him being able to sense magic and being able to use magic, evident from his eyes was enough to make him feel like being in control again. Its my turn but before that, I forgot to mention a rule. Eisenheim acted as if nothing had just happened and things were continuing normally. Never touch my hat again. For a moment his tone changed to a more sinister one as his voice became stern. Yet there was still that hint the threat being slightly sugar coated, as if he was tempting and challenging the blonde to try it again. After adjusting the hat over his head, he continued towards his question. My question for you is simple. Did you screw him over first or was he sly enough to fool you with his wand? If she was thinking that hed ask about her powers or something related to her being a witch, she was mistaken. He already knew about that. He was more interested in her other endeavors. It is safe to assume that you attract the wrong kind of men This was a pun hinted towards her ex and towards himself as well, for he too wasnt someone to be trusted or taken lightly. His left hand slithered across the table as he leaned in, gliding across her cheek to unhook the other earring, making sure she felt his touch but most importantly, he wanted to feel the still flushed skin of her cheek. It was as he expected, soft, warm and tempting. After placing the earring next to its other half, he reclined back into the leather seat, intertwining his fingers once more. Curious about me? Well here is your chance. Ask away but ask the right question . Cockiness echoed from every inch of his body as once more, she was playing right into the palm of his hand.