Outfit
Predictably, Gaius did his best work in the evenings, even if he could suffer the sun with only the weakening effect. He was among a few of his ilk who could still walk under the sun and enjoy its warmth, but it still left him at a disadvantage. He did not relish days where he was forced to venture out, to feel the weakness suffuse his limbs. The Roman preferred to be at his peak, and only relished the sun when he knew he would be left to his peace.
Today was not one such day, but he'd spent the day cocooned in his office. There had been no meetings that required him to leave the building, so he had taken all his guests into his elegantly appointed mayoral office. A more relaxed atmosphere than the stiff and formal meeting room. Gaius preferred that when he wasn't trying to frighten someone with his wealth and power. Here, his wealth was still evident, but without the sharp claws of political ambition. He was alone now, his meetings over, his plans dealt with for the day. Tomorrow was handled, and he might venture out for some relaxing mischief later.
The knock had him look up from the budgeting plans for the summer festivals, large and small. He was in front of his desk, rather than behind it, leaning on the expensive wooden furniture as he held the papers and perused them. A last check before he left for the day. Laura was to come by, he knew, so the interruption was not a surprise. Even in the cavernous space, he could hear her heartbeat beyond the door, the hint of her usual perfume.
“Enter,” he called, relaxed as he turned another page.
With the door at the far end, his visitor would have to cross the more comfortable seating area–a coffee table flanked by two couches, resting on a plush and expensive carpet–before getting to the desk. The 'office' part of the room was on a raised step from the seating area to separate the two spaces, surrounded by bookshelves and the window behind it. The window was covered, letting no light through.
Predictably, Gaius did his best work in the evenings, even if he could suffer the sun with only the weakening effect. He was among a few of his ilk who could still walk under the sun and enjoy its warmth, but it still left him at a disadvantage. He did not relish days where he was forced to venture out, to feel the weakness suffuse his limbs. The Roman preferred to be at his peak, and only relished the sun when he knew he would be left to his peace.
Today was not one such day, but he'd spent the day cocooned in his office. There had been no meetings that required him to leave the building, so he had taken all his guests into his elegantly appointed mayoral office. A more relaxed atmosphere than the stiff and formal meeting room. Gaius preferred that when he wasn't trying to frighten someone with his wealth and power. Here, his wealth was still evident, but without the sharp claws of political ambition. He was alone now, his meetings over, his plans dealt with for the day. Tomorrow was handled, and he might venture out for some relaxing mischief later.
The knock had him look up from the budgeting plans for the summer festivals, large and small. He was in front of his desk, rather than behind it, leaning on the expensive wooden furniture as he held the papers and perused them. A last check before he left for the day. Laura was to come by, he knew, so the interruption was not a surprise. Even in the cavernous space, he could hear her heartbeat beyond the door, the hint of her usual perfume.
“Enter,” he called, relaxed as he turned another page.
With the door at the far end, his visitor would have to cross the more comfortable seating area–a coffee table flanked by two couches, resting on a plush and expensive carpet–before getting to the desk. The 'office' part of the room was on a raised step from the seating area to separate the two spaces, surrounded by bookshelves and the window behind it. The window was covered, letting no light through.