fuckingsadistic:

g-r-i-g-o-r-i:

-glares at him softly, studying every feature with dull, grey eyes;

The mere fact that I am not a being. I am not enchanted. I am not a trickster. I am a man who has had such things bestowed me.

-runs a hand through raven locks, moving them out of his eyes and licking over his bottom lip;

I am proof of God.

Not to me. I mean no offense to you, of course. I am sure you are and to plenty you must be. But I have seen too much as you said to let another man’s good fortune convince me.

-Urge to touch his hair was there, sweep it back but he fought it and merely met that gray gaze with his own dark blue.;

It is not good fortune, Jarius, it is divine intervention. Anyone who believes otherwise is simply too stubborn to see the truth that stands before them.

-blinks slowly, running his hand up and yanking at his tie before twirling it around his hand; You are stubborn.