♤SPRING SHIELD (MxM) ~fantasy~♤

All is fair in hatred and war

I haven't seen his face yet,just the back of his cream blazer. But he's presence sends a nervous shiver over me,it lingers and hovers,like it's trying to tell me something and my gaze travels around the curves of his curls and determines the hue of his skin under the sun.

I don't think I've ever scrutinised someone so much,dare you blame me. He is so colourful,even in the most tame colours. He is so loud despite not making a sound. I wonder is its just me... but he is so- Red. And dear Lyria grace me for it is infuriating.

I ready myself to greet him in the shortest way possible so I can tell him how this is going to work but he walks away before I can say a thing. Up to the elevator.

As he bypasses me I notice the ear buds in his ears and the gentle bop of his head. Music this early in the morning should be a crime. I step beside him and don't say a word,waiting for him to notice I'm standing right next to him-

This is ridiculous. Why am I getting so worked up over him not acknowledging me? Then he starts humming and tapping his shoe and I finally think I've had enough. A little longer he might start dancing and in my defence I don't want to know what the mice taught him.

Slowly I take one out of his ear and don't say anything else as I curl my face up in disgust at the tiny waves of heavy metal that pour out. He quickly takes out his phone and pauses the music- no,the noise and frowns at me. Sparks flying in his brown eyes,

"Just what was that for Mr Lewis?"he says to me,

"I'd prefer it if I didn't witness a self inflicted seizure."I explain curtly and he scoffs,touching his forehead like it aches,

"I'm a great dancer for your information."

"Do you believe everything the mice tell you?"

"You- I wouldn't spare some of my perfect moves for the likes of you,anyway."

"Oh,I'm just devastated. Why,oh,why,great magician?"I don't know why but I like how pink his face gets when he's angry,like a character in one of the shows my boys watch on movie night. It's hilarious.

"I don't dance in front of bosses,maybe if you paid me more."

"So you knew I was standing right here?"I say,trying to keep my hands in my pockets and not touching his hair to find out how he gets it to look like that,

"Of course I did,you don't like speaking to me anyway,Mr Lewis."now he does have a point there. The elevator chimes when we get to my floor and he looks around curiously,

"I share this floor with a couple of other executives. There's a break room,a meeting room."

"Break room? Is there coffee?"

"Yeah,go look around if you want."I wave dismissively and his eyes glow as he tip toes into the break room. I struggle not to stare at him as he touches things and looks around like he's in a palace. I've never felt that way about this place,it's always been familiar- soon to be mine or mine.
That's life for me.

Watching someone have such a reaction is... interesting. I snap out of it and walk into my office and sit down. Five minutes later he's already infront of me with a cup of coffee,he slides the mug my way placing his own to his lips.
I shut the document I was looking at and stare at him,"Did I say I wanted this,Kristian?"he shrugs at me,

"No,but I think you need some."

"Kris,here's the thing. I didn't hire you to make me coffee and massage my shoulders when I'm tired after a long day. I did to have you give me substance and support in this specific venture."

"Okay,boss but have a try,I make pretty good coffee- just try it."he tells me pushing it closer and sitting down into one of the chairs in front of me. Sipping his hot coffee. I push the mug away from me ready to ignore him but he pushes it closer again. This man.

Hesitantly I sip it. Then I immediately spit it back into the cup and cough on the strength of this bitter concoction that could pass for poison. "Okay,rude."

"Unapologetically so,I told you I wouldn't like it and you forced my hand."he takes another long sip of his coffee which I wonder I how he stomachs,"Besides I don't even like coffee,I always opt for tea instead."

"Plain,but on brand."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't worry I can fix this-"he grabs a sticky note from the side and a pen ready to jolt something down,"Tell me your usual order and I'll get it tomorrow morning."Oh Lyria,is this the celestial punishment for my greed and perfectionism?

"Go to your office Kristian."I'm nearly growling. I don't growl- my mother didn't spend hours when I was a young boy to turn me into what the people what me to be for me to growl. Over coffee to make it worse.

"I have an office?"he asks playing with a paper weight that costs more than I would know,but my dad probably does and he's probably rolling in his grave.

"Kristian White- "just then my phone rings,Shane,I pick up because this guy doesn't just call people,"Hello?"

"Put your goddamn band on,old man."

"I already told you,I'm not coming on any mission this week,Shane."I say,bored with the fact that they always need me. It's been like that since the first time I was asked to babysit them as a ten year old.

"Dude,shut up. Dark snakes- Damn you!"I wait tiredly as he probably fights off a hoard,of creatures spilling from a rift.
"You know what you could be doing right now instead of calling me?"

"Don't even with that crap,Elijah. Just twenty minutes and you'll be done."before I answer I hear a scream. Rowin Frost. The youngest who is currently in prep school which brings me to my question,why the hell is this kid not in school right now?

"Why is Rowin there- Shane I told you that he can't-"

"Frost is here because you're not,enough lectures and more walking down here,cool?"Before I can yell some more he hangs up and I take a moment to sigh and rub my head. I'm getting too old for this.

"Is there something wrong?"Kristian asks me and I give him a little lift of my shoulders,standing up and putting on my coat,

"You're my new assistant,right?"

"Kind of-"

"I need you to handle something for me,Red."