( the maze isn't anything special, when it comes to the six eyes. every twist and turn is easily kept in with his the curve of his steps, and it feels more like a practice round than anything enjoyable. hands slung into his pockets, he opts to leave the treasure for someone else to find, and instead, concentrates on finding the exit. the broad lawn that it opens up to isn't anything special, either, but at least this feels remarkably different from all of the other places he's been, here, like a literal breath of fresh air. blue roses span out across the lawn, rows and rows of them caught amongst the mottled green underneath, and rather than pick a picnic basket up from the helpful staff waiting there, he decides it's better to wander around himself.
but it's there, at the edge of his senses. it's been a long time since he's felt it, a long time since that acrid curl of cursed energy has risen in a way that's made him immediately tighten his gait, shoulders stiff as he casts his gaze around behind carefully tinted sunglasses. now, suddenly? now, suddenly, there are curses here? his jaw locks, bemused, and standing amongst the roses, he casts a wide span of the six eyes out, locating the little bundle of energy in question.
it's--well, it's not what he's expecting. their eyes meet, across the sea of roses between them, and his lips curl up into a slow, almost menacing smile. this cursed baby boy can probably smell him too, right? doesn't matter what he looks like, doesn't matter why he's here, he should be exorcised.
with a playful little lift of a hand, he waggles his fingers in the other's direction in a wave. )
Ya~ho~ ( his voice is warm, teasing, full of the overconfidence of youth. ) Did you wanna play with me, is that it?
special lawn games
but it's there, at the edge of his senses. it's been a long time since he's felt it, a long time since that acrid curl of cursed energy has risen in a way that's made him immediately tighten his gait, shoulders stiff as he casts his gaze around behind carefully tinted sunglasses. now, suddenly? now, suddenly, there are curses here? his jaw locks, bemused, and standing amongst the roses, he casts a wide span of the six eyes out, locating the little bundle of energy in question.
it's--well, it's not what he's expecting. their eyes meet, across the sea of roses between them, and his lips curl up into a slow, almost menacing smile. this cursed baby boy can probably smell him too, right? doesn't matter what he looks like, doesn't matter why he's here, he should be exorcised.
with a playful little lift of a hand, he waggles his fingers in the other's direction in a wave. )
Ya~ho~ ( his voice is warm, teasing, full of the overconfidence of youth. ) Did you wanna play with me, is that it?