ErisianDialects
The Purple Sage
Norbert would move as she stumbled, not quickly, but she may realize it was to grab her if she fell. He hadn't meant to unbalance her thusly, of course. He hadn't actually physically touched her in any way, those closest had been closing her gown to prevent her from worrying about it. It might seem odd, considering the hands on approach some of the other staff seemed to take.
"Everyone wants to be wanted, I'm glad you found it, even if it was transient. It's like hope, a golden light that flares as it disappears, seeming to cause harm, unfortunately."
He spoke softly, and she might detect an underscore of bitterness in his voice and words. He would walk ahead the last few feet, unlocking and opening his office door.
"Please, come in, make yourself comfortable."
Unconciously, he was holding the door open for her like a gentleman.
"Just take her, she's nothing but meat."
"You know you want to."
He would blink and close his eyes, slowly counting under his breath, his lips moving as he counted backwards, willing the voices away for the moment. A technique he used.
His office had a desk, a nice wheeled leather chair behind it, a seat opposite, as well as a leather lounge if she'd rather sit there. It was what he used for hyponotherapy, as well, easier to get a relaxed state. Apart from that, a closed door leading off to his small private bathroom, some old inkblot cards framed nicely on the wall, and his briefcase, the office seemed almost spartan, perhaps overly so. It was like he didn't reside here, or he kept his personal life so distracted from his work one, that they never met.
"Everyone wants to be wanted, I'm glad you found it, even if it was transient. It's like hope, a golden light that flares as it disappears, seeming to cause harm, unfortunately."
He spoke softly, and she might detect an underscore of bitterness in his voice and words. He would walk ahead the last few feet, unlocking and opening his office door.
"Please, come in, make yourself comfortable."
Unconciously, he was holding the door open for her like a gentleman.
"Just take her, she's nothing but meat."
"You know you want to."
He would blink and close his eyes, slowly counting under his breath, his lips moving as he counted backwards, willing the voices away for the moment. A technique he used.
His office had a desk, a nice wheeled leather chair behind it, a seat opposite, as well as a leather lounge if she'd rather sit there. It was what he used for hyponotherapy, as well, easier to get a relaxed state. Apart from that, a closed door leading off to his small private bathroom, some old inkblot cards framed nicely on the wall, and his briefcase, the office seemed almost spartan, perhaps overly so. It was like he didn't reside here, or he kept his personal life so distracted from his work one, that they never met.
