[Seated against a tree trunk out in the flower garden, Mithra partakes of his meal—a cut of uncooked meat taken from the fridge—while stuck in a suit. With the usual languidity and a reckless abandon to his motions, he summarily bites into and tears chunks out of the meat until there's nothing but bone left in his grasp.
Red juice stains his jaw as he licks his fingers clean. Then he turns the bone around in his hand for a time, taking in its contour with a discerning gaze, before a red light flickers from his palm. The bone crumbles into dust and Mithra curls his long fingers in to make a fist, capturing the remains before they can fall onto the ground.
Come night, Mithra wanders the castle as he's done ever since bed arrangements ended with Manuela after the first week. Deprived of blissful oblivion, he nurses the occasional drink at a mini bar, floats on his back with the suit on in the pool, strolls through the flower garden, and stargazes on the roof to kill time. It's that hour when everything is still and silent, only for the familiarity of solitude to be shattered by the emergence of another presence as Mithra's eyes, bright against the pronounced bags under them, flit away from the current task at hand.]
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Red juice stains his jaw as he licks his fingers clean. Then he turns the bone around in his hand for a time, taking in its contour with a discerning gaze, before a red light flickers from his palm. The bone crumbles into dust and Mithra curls his long fingers in to make a fist, capturing the remains before they can fall onto the ground.
Come night, Mithra wanders the castle as he's done ever since bed arrangements ended with Manuela after the first week. Deprived of blissful oblivion, he nurses the occasional drink at a mini bar, floats on his back with the suit on in the pool, strolls through the flower garden, and stargazes on the roof to kill time. It's that hour when everything is still and silent, only for the familiarity of solitude to be shattered by the emergence of another presence as Mithra's eyes, bright against the pronounced bags under them, flit away from the current task at hand.]
Hello. What brings you here?