First Meeting Between Oscar And Fyodor

First meeting between Oscar and Fyodor

Well part 1 at least. It will definitely take me a while to come up with what will go on in the meeting lol.

The office room was quiet. Oscar could certainly appreciate the time alone to gather his thoughts. He sat down, awaiting the possible “ally” Agatha had asked him to handle and negotiate with.

The golden haired man had always hated his job — yet he kept his typical graceful posture, his back perfectly straight, rehearsing the lines he'd say and practicing in his head how the interaction would go.

It could be considered an art — Oscar overthought, and panicked so easily yet he made everything seem so flawless, so perfectly easy despite the fact it was anything but for him.

The man sighed softly, before leaning back on his chair.

He already was dreading how it'd go.

A soft breath left his lips, he shouldn't worry so much, right..? He had done it time and time again. If anyone could write a book on how to sell a deal it would be him.

He was far too restless to keep himself sitting down.

His freckled fingers brushed against the office window’s curtains, almost hesitantly pushing them open.

He glanced out at the garden, noting the manner the setting sun's golden hues cast the red roses in an almost crimson shade,the shadows more enunciated in the lighting.

He had to admit, Agatha had remodeled the headquarters to seem more pleasant.

Not that it mattered much to him, anyways.

It was like being trapped into a golden cage — the cage itself might have beautiful, yet it didn't change the fact that it was one nonetheless.

“I hope I am not disturbing you,Mr…?” a voice rang out, his gaze slowly drifted, before finding the origin — a man that stood by his office’s doorway.

The first thing he could make out about the man was the fact he seemed sick, almost enough that it made Oscar worry a little about him. His complexion was pale, far too pale and it was further exacerbated by the manner he had deep dark circles beneath his eyes.

...And the second thing he noticed was that the man was almost ethereal in his looks, he looked like he had walked out of a painting, despite how exhausted he seemed to be. There almost had an air of elegance and gracefulness to him, he was utterly hauntingly beautiful.

Hells, he wished that she had warned him the man he was dealing with was that stupidly good looking.

He noticed he had been staring at him almost like he was a deer in headlights, he quietly cursed himself mentally – he couldn't make a fool of himself.

His footsteps were light and quiet, before he sat himself down in his chair, before he glanced up at the man in front of him, a mixture of embarrassment at himself for being so stunned bubbling up inside his thoughts.

“Wilde. And I assume you are Mr. Dostoevsky?”

“Correct.”

First Meeting Between Oscar And Fyodor

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