Razor watched as they left one by one and he shook his head. They were both going to be such a handful for him. And he was excited for that. He wanted to see how far they could push him and his boundaries. He smiled as he got up from the table and went back to his room. He looked at his bed. His mind wondered how he should wait for her- on the bed, leaning against a wall, on a chair.... He shook his head. What the ... what was wrong with him? What kind of magic did she put on him? He hadn't ever been so concerned with what another thought of him waiting on them before.
Sighing, he looked at his clothing. Was this even okay? Damn it. Why was he so bad at this? He ran his fingers through his hair and pulled them back. His fingers were shaking slightly. Was that excitement? Being anxious? Or fear? He knew it wasn't the latter. He wasn't scared at all. He was looking forwards to her coming to him in the dead of the night like a mistress of darkness. It sent a shiver up his spine. She was his. His Lady of Death.
"What do I do," he said looking at his room. He had no idea... This was harder then he thought. He finally walked over to his bed and laid on it and just watched the door. He had no idea how long she'd be. It might be a while yet...
Sighing, he looked at his clothing. Was this even okay? Damn it. Why was he so bad at this? He ran his fingers through his hair and pulled them back. His fingers were shaking slightly. Was that excitement? Being anxious? Or fear? He knew it wasn't the latter. He wasn't scared at all. He was looking forwards to her coming to him in the dead of the night like a mistress of darkness. It sent a shiver up his spine. She was his. His Lady of Death.
"What do I do," he said looking at his room. He had no idea... This was harder then he thought. He finally walked over to his bed and laid on it and just watched the door. He had no idea how long she'd be. It might be a while yet...
