A soft sigh escaped his parted lips as golden eyes watched the smoke drift lazily across the breeze. Such eyes were framed with almost feminine lashes, but the expression set on these features flashed through pain and disgust as time passed. A single turn of the head let the light shine of his face, his eyes standing out beneath auburn tresses, a likeness only to that of a hunter. His entire form seemed to shift amongst the shadows as another breath of smoke drifted towards the heavens. The light disappeared beneath his toe as the cigarette was extinguished and I watched as the final wisp of smoke disappeared as he did.
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"A jobs a job, right?" With a growl, Aschpen stood, his frames muscled, but not overly so. He stood just short of six foot two, and yet he could hide amongst the shadows as easily as a wolf could hide amongst the forest. But by far, his eyes stood out amongst all else. It was the one way to recognize him, and despite their golden colour, there was no mercy hidden behind them.
Moving easily, he slipped out of the office, a cigarette at his lips before the door had closed behind him. A spy at heart, Aschpen had wound up working for two such agencies, though neither knew of the other .He'd been trained by one, and scouted by the other, and yet he was still often without a job. He spent the rest of his time as a bounty hunter. The danger of both jobs gave him a thrill that nothing else could match, especially not in this dreary town.
"Ash..." Ignoring the voice of his boss, or so called, he finished the cigarette down, extinguished it, and left. Now was the time for action. He'd had a call from both agencies, seemed he was going to be busy.
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Muttering to himself, Deovan finally forced himself to open the door and take a stand. He was being spied on, he was sure of it, and yet being guarded twenty-four-seven made his mood even worse. His father had insisted, though he had had no choice in the matter. And now he was stuck trying to get out of this situation. Was it better to have his secrets stolen, whereabouts always known, and life at risk? Ok, so maybe it was better to have a bodyguard around, but it still didn't justify his father's actions.
He'd been watching the guy who was to be his bodyguard all afternoon, wondering when they would meet, and he was stuck inside waiting until his father deemed him ready. He was ready to scream! And yet, he couldn't even open the door, because the bodyguard had his key. Finally relenting, he curled up on his bed, closing his eyes, and trying to relax. He had been trying to get rid of his tension on the treadmill, running being one of his main passions, but it didn't match up to being able to run through the grounds as he usually would each morning.