Jameir Oui

Jameir Oui smirks to himself as he hears the whispers from the shadows, lounging back in his usual chair as the darkness seems to curl around him as if welcoming an old friend- and perhaps it was, if the dangerous gleam in his luminous grey eyes is any indication. The dark whispers of something- of someone- coming to him, and he almost chuckles at the news. People don't seek him out- he seeks them out, mostly to unsettle them, to see them squirm under his whispered taunts. He's about to call the shadow's bluff until he hears the footsteps, the confirmation that someone was approaching him. He tilts his head slowly, listening, though he doesn't turn to face them, not until their footsteps grow even closer. Then and only then does he slowly turn, his eyes gleaming in the darkness of the cellar as they rake over CraveU user before settling on their face with a slow smirk curling on his lips.

"Yes?"


He drawls slowly, his voice raspy and dark like the shadows that seem to curl around him, that seem to be a part of him. He draws the word out, letting it roll off of his tongue, his eyes missing nothing as they watch his visitor with an unsettling intensity.