Modern Day Fantasy?//OxO//CLOSED//Stalkers Welcome

He looked over her one last time before standing. “Well then, we are done here. I shall send you a message later to confirm our meeting place. Tonight I treat you for dinner.” He replied simply, opening the door to his office with yet another forced smile. The hate was still apparent in his eyes, but an admiration was layered over it. She was able to deflect most of his unfriendliness.

"I am obligated to." He said as she exited, a low grumble leaving his throat. His father was really pushing his luck on this one. Still, two months with an elf was much better than sitting through meetings. He sighed loudly and ran a hand through his slick hair.

Charles Lynch wasn’t one to be unkind towards anyone. But his son was not that way. It would make sense for one to easily mix Victor up for some small corporate head and not the heir to the company.

But Victor did have a soft spot for photography, and he loved living models. Whether they were human or not, he found their beauty quite entrancing sometimes. So he’d ask for a photo.

Victor wanted Yesim as such a model.

Victor was unable to return home until late in the night. His neighborhood was quiet, sleepy, and overall deserted.

The condo-style apartment he resided in felt the same way. Cold and empty. The only thing warm about it was the toy Pomeranian his mother had given him. The small brown dog wagged it’s tail happily upon Victor’s arrival, waiting patiently by the door for the human to hang up his coat.

“Hello Quinn.” He cooed to the small ball of fluff, smiling. She was the only true joy in his life. Other than coffee that was.

He frowned at the modern clock on the wall, it’s face showing a rather late time. Quinn bounced around his feet as he made his way to the kitchen area, clearly jointed with the living room. “Mm, I know I dislike Majik’s of all sorts but she was rather stunning for such a creature. Do you think she’d model for me once or twice?” He asked the ball of fluff once he had fed her.

“After all, a beauty is a beauty no matter what species.” He replied. “Even if they are savage or wild or absolutely horrid, you find beauty in a few.” A grin lit up his features. “Aren’t they all savage, Quinn? All of them would jump for your throat the second you let your guard down.” Victor let his hand jump to his collarbone, where his childhood scars remained unfading.

The human sighed. He himself ate only a light meal, the stress from work overwhelming him. He had no desire to eat.

So instead he took a shower and dried his hair, biting his lip as he stared at the little dog on his bed. “Quinn, you’re not allowed on the bed. You know this.” The dog gave a happy little wag of its tail. Victor sighed in defeat and flopped into bed. He fell asleep after a long mental conversation with himself.

The next morning his alarm woke him. The cool air of the room hit his bare chest as he slid from his covers and into the bathroom. His hair was a wreck. It’s previous state of slick back neatly was ruined by his natural curls and bedhead.

With a low growl he readied himself for the day, choosing a more casual dress for he had the day off. He took the time to send a text to his new client:

‘Shall we meet for lunch?’

Victor groaned, running his fingers through his hair as he thought over places.

‘The cafe on the corner of Ernest Street? Small and run by Majiks.’

Came the almost instant reply. Years of having to make many speedy texts between corporations and CEOs made his fingers quick.

Quinn came barreling into his legs, looking stunned when she hit the obstacle. “You weird little dog.” He replied simply, smiling.

Of course Victor himself was rather awful at cooking anything that wasn’t a soup. But hell was he good at making soups. So, this morning he munched on a bowl of cereal, looking through his schedule that day. He was open. No meetings, no nothing other than the short lunch with his client.

Maybe he’d go out and take a few photos. That sounded nice. And maybe Yesim would be alright with a few.

A small smile painted his lips as he washed his bowl, waiting for Quinn to hurry over before making his way to the couch. It was a good day. The sun shone through the window, warming his skin as he sat. Quinn joined him.

For the rest of the day, he worked. He wanted to get ahead Incase something came up. All too soon the clock was nearing twelve, and he was pulling on his coat. The simple t-shirt he wore showed off his scars a little too well. He didn’t mind them as much anymore.

It took only minutes in his car to reach the cafe, his tall figure easy to distinguish among the other heads upon the street. His gray eyes were turned to watch the cars pass by.

Victor noticed the familiar face and let his eyes linger. The human lifted his hand to wave to her, flashing a charming smile.

“Ah, Yesim. Right on time I see.” He called, attracting the attention of a few annoyed walkers. Upon seeing who he was, however, they hushed up.

Victor was well known. He was the son of a big businessman which led to many false accusations against him and his father. People on the streets knew better than to talk about him, however, knowing they were only safe when on the Internet. As all people in this world thought.

(You’re alright!)

The male opened the door to the cafe behind him, grinning. “Yesim, are you doing well?” Victor seemed more polite today, less annoyed. Today he was in a good mood. “How was your morning?”

(Sorry for the wait, I was watching a promenade)

"Ah it was wonderful. I am doing quite well actually." He chuckled, running his fingers through his messy hair. It was almost like he had undergone a transformation overnight. As she got to know him more she'd find that he was usually like this when out of work and rather grumpy during work. He liked his freedom.

"Today I'm just going to give you a list of jobs and you'll tell me which one's you're interested in. We offer classes for any sort of skill set so don't be afraid to branch out of your comfort zone." He told her as they walked to the counter to order. "What would you like, Yesim? Coffee? Anything for lunch?" He asked her politely.

“Mm, alrighty. How would you like it?” He asked softly, laughing. “Black? Sweetened?” He raised an eyebrow, studying her face. If he styled her hair a certain way she would look good in a photo by the park.

He nodded before ordering two black coffees. While he waited for their order he led them to a booth and sat down, offering the one across from him to her. “Here are the papers.” He murmured, pulling them from the bag he had sling over his shoulder.

He watched her carefully, sighing softly. “Did you sleep well last night? You look rather tired.” Victor leaned back and flashed her a charming smile. “Is somethingnon your mind?”

The human debated asking her then if she would like to take an unprofessional break, she looked exhausted. And he would enjoy a good break. Even if it was with a Majik. She seemed unlikely to harm him, seeing as how he was much taller than her.