Eventually, after ten long minutes, an avox appeared, the dark tattoos stark on her pale cheeks. She gestured gently for Shion to follow her, leading him down the narrow hall to the mentors quarters where the door to Wesker's private room stood open - a dark gap barely an inch wide.
She tapped a knuckle lightly against the jam, like the gentle tap of a bird alighting upon a branch, and Wesker's smooth purr drifted out.
"Enter."
The room beyond was a reflection of the man: carefully polished and neatly elegant. The bed creases so straight if might never have been slept in, the few belongings upon his desk (his communicator, notebooks, a glass paperweight, a row of sunglasses) arraigned in both an appealing and easily ready fashion. The lights were low, a comfortable dusky glow that allowed him to remove his sunglasses as he pleased - though at the moment they were perched upon his nose. The dead eyes of his dragon chair, stared at Shion from behind the desk. The gleaming fangs framing Wesker's shoulders.
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She tapped a knuckle lightly against the jam, like the gentle tap of a bird alighting upon a branch, and Wesker's smooth purr drifted out.
"Enter."
The room beyond was a reflection of the man: carefully polished and neatly elegant. The bed creases so straight if might never have been slept in, the few belongings upon his desk (his communicator, notebooks, a glass paperweight, a row of sunglasses) arraigned in both an appealing and easily ready fashion. The lights were low, a comfortable dusky glow that allowed him to remove his sunglasses as he pleased - though at the moment they were perched upon his nose. The dead eyes of his dragon chair, stared at Shion from behind the desk. The gleaming fangs framing Wesker's shoulders.