lost and found — adam. & amrin. [clue event two]
Apr 17, 2019 5:24:41 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Apr 17, 2019 5:24:41 GMT -5
Malcolm Nox was a cruel man.
He’d been prepared for the later of the day, wringing his hands as he waited for something, anything— but the mansion was drenched in quietness, placid as if it were sleeping like Malcolm willed it to be. Yet, the moment Adam retreated to his room, scavenging through his possessions for a quick fix whilst Indigo drifted around to do whatever, he was requested to gather in the foyer with the other contestants.
The desperate tingle of his skin and the breathless of his heart did not fade as he heeded Malcolm’s Nox’s instructions. It did not come near to even a halt as he and one of the girls, blonde-haired and a sharp gleam in the eyes, set out to retrieve whatever pompous file Malcolm had asked them to.
He eyed the floor plan, and the task at hand; it wouldn’t be as arduous as it was if Adam had the buzz in his veins to quicken his thoughts.
“He has a sun room? That’s some pretentious shit,” He crinkled his nose distastefully at one of the areas depicted in the blueprint.
Adam Taupe also had a sun room once, where the windows had gold accents and exotic flowers lined each corner of it, soaking in the sunbeams that would gently seep in through the clear glass. Perhaps, that was why he mocked it so much: because Malcolm had what he’d lost.
“I say we check that first,” steps changed course, down the massive hallways, onto the sun room.
It was strange to enter the room near midnight because without natural luminescence, the room looked dire and desolate, out of its element. The sun-shaped wind chimes near the closed windows were flaccid and the potted flowers were curled asleep near each other.
“Here we are, visiting the sun room at midnight,” Adam let a chuckle accompany his words before whirling onto the other girl.
She was a quiet presence, but he knew better to let his first impressions be the judge of her.
Amrin was a mysterium as large as him, and now he knew why others probed him with questions— it was because of curiosity, a feeling of fire within him that could only be extinguished by the knowledge he craved for. He wanted to know what laid beneath Amrin's skin, what made her tick. “It’s quite ironic, isn’t it? Are you good with finding things?” His gaze averted from her face for a second’s worth, dancing around the room.
“I am somewhat of a lost thing myself at the moment, so, I don’t think I’ll be of much use.”