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SPOILER!!: Niko! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Zoe  Nikolaos had made it precisely one step out of the telephone box before someone nearly became intimately acquainted with its door.
He stopped, one hand still wrapped around the handle, and looked at the man who had jumped backward. There was nothing but mild irritation on Nikolaos' face. He'd survived hours of British bureaucracy only to emerge into daylight and immediately have someone complain about where he was opening a door.
His gaze lingered, taking in the man's face, the dark hair, the way he stood. There was something familiar about him.
Nikolaos' eyebrows drew together slightly as he studied him, trying to place where he'd seen that face before. He was reasonably certain they hadn't met. But he'd seen the man somewhere... Quidditch, maybe?
That seemed likely. Nikolaos had spent enough of his life around the sport that faces tended to stick even when names didn't. Still, he couldn't immediately place him, and after the afternoon he'd just endured, Nikolaos wasn't particularly motivated to dig through his memory to figure it out.
Instead, his eyes dropped briefly to the patch of pavement directly in front of the telephone box before lifting to meet the man's eyes.
"Yes," he replied in English, his Greek accent considerably thicker around the single word. "Your face. I see." It was ridiculous how pretty it was.
There was a beat.
"Maybe watch where you stand, yes?"
Nikolaos released the door, leaving the man to do with that observation whatever he pleased. His expression remained mostly impassive, save for the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth as he pushed a stray curl back from his forehead.
Well excuse him.
If Lysander hadn’t been so preoccupied with the dismal thought of being injured and possibly - though less likely - being unceremoniously turned into a vegetable due to major head trauma, he would have placed the young man before him. As it was, he was sort of, kind of taken aback by the scrutiny with which he was met.
Was it a judgemental lookover?
A condescending one?
Ly resisted the urge to roll his eyes because this Mr. Somebody certainly was tempting him into matching his energy. The accent distracted him though. It was one he would be able to place anywhere - despite being from Australia. His parents and most of his extended family were Greek. Then it clicked. This was Nikolaos Katsaros.
“Might wanna be a bit careful opening those doors, mate,” Lysander responded without thinking twice. It wasn’t meant to be rude but as was mentioned before… he wanted to match that energy. And brush that silly curl back onto Nikolaos’ forehead. Instead, he turned away. What had he been hot and bothered about before being interrupted? |
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