Re: [quicklog: louis d/jean g]
[Louis heard the noise within, heard the shouting, and he almost backed away there and then. If there was any good excuse to give all this up and just go home, a burst of light and a shout that shook him to his core was more than enough.
When the door abruptly opened a moment later, he was already a few steps away. Whatever he'd expected after the light show that bled through the windows, it was not a kind, tired looking redhead. Hadn't there just been an earth-shattering shout from just where she was standing? But she seemed...ordinary. Aside from her beauty, of course.]
We did. [The Scottish-by-way-of-British accent was generally unexpected, as was his shock of blond curls, though they were tamped down at the moment. He, too, seemed tired. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept for more than a few hours at a time, and his exhaustion made him leery. The last time he had been this bone-tired had been when the god had him, when he did not sleep for a year.
He was skittish, anxious and yet distant.] Thank you. [He stepped inside, moved past her, took in the lobby. It was very nice, and no doubt he wouldn't remember a thing about it later on.
He stood inside for almost an entire minute before his sluggish mind suggested he ought to introduce himself.]
Louis Donovan. [He extended a hand to her, unthinking.] Pleased to meet you.
[On the surface he seemed exhausted and troubled. If she probed, however, what lay beneath was more disturbing - Louis was not all there.
Not in the figurative sense that he had finally gone completely mad - though it might have a little to do with that as well. No, but there was distinct lack inside him, a missing part, a thinness to his inner being. Some of him was simply gone. Not lost, however, or separated, as he had been when someone had once stolen his soul from his body. There was a thread that led away, a connection to something larger than himself, and it suggested that what was missing had only...wandered. But it hadn't come back.
Externally this manifested as tiredness, but also too much calm for someone who had just caused a major domestic incident and seen a woman with her eyes torn out a few days before.]
Could we talk somewhere? [A gentle enough request. Somewhere more private than the foyer. That seemed good.]