Tame Your Demons

[Kol Carstyn]

After recently undergoing a bit of scrutiny from someone who seemed to seek out information about the Chevalier, Kol found himself more on edge than he usually was. In fact, he hardly ever allowed himself to feel on edge. He hardly ever allowed himself to feel anything. That was the Chevalier way. But this person, this interviewer knew things that he'd kept hidden or at the very least under wraps for a very long time. Nearly ten years as a member of the Order, and yet he'd been training well before that to become what he was now. His past, his history, was something he had kept to himself for nearly his whole life.

As a member of the Chevalier, he was meant to keep his own emotions and feelings in check. He couldn't allow himself to feel much more than indifference and caution. He was meant to keep order, to keep everything safe and to protect the mages from themselves as well as protect everyone else from the mages. Most of the time, he had no trouble with doing his job, but at times, such as this one, he found it difficult to rein in all of the emotions that the interviewer had stirred within him.

Kol was distracted as he made his rounds and although he was alert, he wasn't as aware of his surroundings as he should have been. As he'd been trained to be. While he walked through the Enclave, he passed mages of all ages and kept his eyes from focusing on any one in particular. Which was likely why he'd not been looking ahead and found himself bumping into a figure that was much smaller than he'd expected.

His eyes widened and he steadied both himself and the girl before he noted who it was, "My apologies, Miss Sawyer."

[Grayson Sawyer]

It had been such a long day for Grayson and as she walked back to her quarters, she passed a few people who stopped her to ask for some favours and advice that she happily, but very tiredly tended to. And just as she thought she was safe, she ran into a guard.

Her face instantly brightened.

"You can call me Grayson, Kol." She responded with a gentle smile.

Rubbing her eyes slightly, she frowned. "It must be really late. Don't you have the night shift tonight? Or are you early?"

[Kol Carstyn]

Kol cleared his throat. He was uncomfortable with the way she said his name, but only because it was so natural as if they'd known each other their whole lives. Not that it was all too surprising to him, he'd been a part of the Order for the vast majority of his life and was familiar with most of the mages that were being kept here. All of them were much less friendly towards him than Grayson was. Most out of fear, some out of hatred and anger, others just weren't very talkative.

Her question made him ease into the conversation a bit more naturally and he shrugged, "A bit of both, I suppose. I am working the night shift, but I also came early to do rounds. Artem wished to go home early, some kind of emergency or something." But what did he know? It wasn't his business and he preferred to stay out of it anyway.

Kol wasn't sure what to say next. He was terrible with small talk, worse with meaningful conversation, so he stood there a moment and glanced at her awkwardly for a moment before clearing his throat again. "You seem a bit run down, Miss Sawyer. Are you feeling alright?" It wasn't out of concern for her that he asked, however, that might have been a lie. He was doing his best to appear uninterested, and while that might have been a facade, his discomfort was not. Being around her only made him think harder about the interrogation he'd been put through about his family.

[Grayson Sawyer]

Blinking, Grayson looked up at the guard and chuckled sheepishly. "Um...well, hard to say." She cleared her throat nervously. She wasn't used to talking about herself but she did feel rather comfortable with Kol from their run-ins with each other. Even though he still had a hard time remembering to greet her by her first name.

"I don't know if you heard but...I have a sister now." She breathed out a sigh of relief. He was the first person she had personally told and it was weird. She still couldn't quite wrap her mind around it.

"I mean...she's not the reason I look horrible. No. Just...after twenty odd years of not having family..." she shrugged slightly. "And you? You're not always bumping into people. Is something bothering you?"