Olixander didn’t realize he’d closed his eyes until he was opening them again and looking up into the face of an angel. She had a halo and everything. He blinked groggily at the beautiful figure and wondered, idly, if he had died on the park bench and simply floated into the afterlife. He supposed it wasn’t the worst way to go. It wasn’t like he had anything specifically he was doing in his life anyway. Reaching up a hand to see if it would pass right through, Olixander was a bit surprised to see his pale fingers stop against the woman’s porcelain cheeks. He snorted an indelicate laugh. Well this was a fun introduction.
Hand dropping to his side, Olixander shrugged a little bit in response to her query. “If you consider utter loneliness and little to live for alright, then yes: I’m positively thriving.” Another snort left the brunette on the bench and Olixander sighed, closing his eyes again. He didn’t much care who, or what this woman wanted. She looked harmless enough but even if she was a robber, she could take him for all he was worth. The only things of value Olixander had on him were a pocket watch and his wand. Both were easily replaced. (His wand quivered in indignation from inside the man’s waistcoat. They had a love/hate relationship.)
“Are you a woman of the night?” he asked suddenly. Big brown eyes opened again and focused, just barely, on the glowing round thing floating by the woman’s side. He reached up a finger to poke it. “You oughtn’t be,” Olixander continued, rambling nonsense. “You’re much too beautiful. You could easily find work as…” he thought for a moment “…as a ladies’ maid! Yes, I’ll ask my mother if you like!” Pleased with his own charity, Olixander folded his hands behind his head and grinned up at the woman. “However, I do recognize this is a bit of an abrupt change and I’d be willing to have one last, magical night. To mark the end of your salacious career.”
Hand dropping to his side, Olixander shrugged a little bit in response to her query. “If you consider utter loneliness and little to live for alright, then yes: I’m positively thriving.” Another snort left the brunette on the bench and Olixander sighed, closing his eyes again. He didn’t much care who, or what this woman wanted. She looked harmless enough but even if she was a robber, she could take him for all he was worth. The only things of value Olixander had on him were a pocket watch and his wand. Both were easily replaced. (His wand quivered in indignation from inside the man’s waistcoat. They had a love/hate relationship.)
“Are you a woman of the night?” he asked suddenly. Big brown eyes opened again and focused, just barely, on the glowing round thing floating by the woman’s side. He reached up a finger to poke it. “You oughtn’t be,” Olixander continued, rambling nonsense. “You’re much too beautiful. You could easily find work as…” he thought for a moment “…as a ladies’ maid! Yes, I’ll ask my mother if you like!” Pleased with his own charity, Olixander folded his hands behind his head and grinned up at the woman. “However, I do recognize this is a bit of an abrupt change and I’d be willing to have one last, magical night. To mark the end of your salacious career.”