"I think...later," he said, as his pencil began to scratch short, fine marks across the paper. He worked swiftly, but with care, and his eyes switched back and forth from the woman before him to the developing picture.
Rabastan didn't mind her movements, since he already had her pose in his mind's eye. She was mostly there for details and lighting, and as long as she wasn't running about the room, he was sure he could make do. It felt better this time around for him, what with not being as fidgety and nervous as he had been at the first meeting. It might have been the potion, or it might have been the fact that he had made sure to take care of business prior to her arrival.
His thoughts couldn't help but linger on the memory of their last moment in this room together, and as much as he was trying to focus on the task at hand, he found himself remembering the way her hands moved, the way her lips parted, and other various snapshots. He'd try to remain civil as long as the afternoon allowed. Of course, then there was the alcohol.
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Date: 2013-10-08 03:09 am (UTC)Rabastan didn't mind her movements, since he already had her pose in his mind's eye. She was mostly there for details and lighting, and as long as she wasn't running about the room, he was sure he could make do. It felt better this time around for him, what with not being as fidgety and nervous as he had been at the first meeting. It might have been the potion, or it might have been the fact that he had made sure to take care of business prior to her arrival.
His thoughts couldn't help but linger on the memory of their last moment in this room together, and as much as he was trying to focus on the task at hand, he found himself remembering the way her hands moved, the way her lips parted, and other various snapshots. He'd try to remain civil as long as the afternoon allowed. Of course, then there was the alcohol.
"Do you mind that?"