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Alecto Crabtree ([personal profile] infringe) wrote 2022-04-07 06:54 pm (UTC)

Alecto's eyes alight as he glances at the photos and he actually pauses to consider them for a moment before looking away, feigning indifference again as they walk together.

"Very interesting," he says, genuinely excited but forcing his tone to be even as he pulls out an old key when they reach the very top of the stairs. "Though you could have just sent this all in an email. Was a personal visit really necessary?"

His office is at the end of a dim hallway, his name in a brass card holder by the side on the wall. He unlocks the ornate door and shoulders it open, allowing Josh to walk in first before he follows.

It was a beautiful room, and much bigger than it looked from outside - airy and white with a high vaulted ceiling and a breeze fluttering in the embroidered curtains. In the corner, near a low bookshelf, was a big round table littered with teapots and Greek books, and there were flowers everywhere, roses and carnations and anemones, on his desk, on the table, in the windowsills. The roses were especially fragrant; their smell hung rich and heavy in the air, mingled with the smell of bergamot and black tea and a faint inky scent of camphor. Everywhere you looked was something beautiful - oriental rugs, porcelains, tiny paintings like jewels - a dazzle of fractured color as if you stepped into one of those little Byzantine churches that are so plain on the outside; inside, the most paradisal painted eggshell of gilt and tesserae.

He sets his things down at the desk, arranging them neatly. He doesn't sit, simply gazes at Josh from across the hardwood.

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