Leontius

The days have seemed longer for the past several weeks, for reasons Leontius can't figure out. He's always had an uncanny ability to tell what the time is, what the date is, even without confirming it with a calendar or clock. A perk of being raised by a renowned horologist, he supposed.

The things have been different lately. There has been something set alive within him that has altered his internal clock, skewed his perception of an already blurred world.

"Father," he enters his dining room with a flourish, familiar enough with the stagnant layout of the house that the elderly man had never changed for fear of tripping up his sight-impaired ward. "I'll be taking your place at the show this evening. I think it's about time I really start stepping up here, taking a bit more off your shoulders."

Of course there was argument, they're always is when Leontius tries to take on more responsibility than was preemptively given to him. It's not that the old man just trusts his adopted son, but his worries are perhaps more intense than they ought to be after seeing how capable he is for the past two decades.

Ultimately, the day passes without a hitch, and Leontius finds himself heading toward the convention center where his father was meant to be presenting a new design of wristwatch. His driver, David, is a short and slight Omega who has been with the Montclair family as long as Leontius has. The man has watched him grow, and has become a sort of secondary father figure all his own.

"You've got this, son." David assures, pulling into the center parking lot and only stopping when he's directly in front of the front doors. His boat of confidence was unnecessary, but appreciated. The alpha was never one to snub kind words and support from others, especially when it comes from the people he cares about.

Finally he steps out of the car, dressed to the nines in a well fitted Italian suit. He had pulled his dark hair back into a low ponytail, adjusting the waistcoat he wears before his eyes snap over to the hotel next door to the convention center. There's something that feels as if it's calling him from that direction, but nothing catches his eye at first glance. Perhaps it's just more of that strange, buzzing feeling deep inside his chest. He can only hope he figures out what it is soon.