[ At length, incredulousness seeps into the knit between Erik’s brows. Not at the nature of this knowledge, but at the wealth of it -- and further, at the fact this strange voice in the rafters is sharing it with him at all.
The catwalk lurches against its suspension, droning at a regular pulse in counterbalance to Erik’s rise from the floor. Feet together, hands open, he ascends without invitation to lock down on Snape’s level.
Physically, at least.
Bass reverberation ceases with the first step he takes forward, casually domineering. He exudes confidence -- breathes it -- square about the jaw and broad across the shoulders, as if he thinks he has Severus cornered. ]
What dead zones? [ he wants to know, at closer range. Still on the approach. ]
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The catwalk lurches against its suspension, droning at a regular pulse in counterbalance to Erik’s rise from the floor. Feet together, hands open, he ascends without invitation to lock down on Snape’s level.
Physically, at least.
Bass reverberation ceases with the first step he takes forward, casually domineering. He exudes confidence -- breathes it -- square about the jaw and broad across the shoulders, as if he thinks he has Severus cornered. ]
What dead zones? [ he wants to know, at closer range. Still on the approach. ]