- Sat Aug 31, 2019 4:30 pm
Whether or not Trevor had the ability of Legilimency was subject to debate amongst any followers who had any knowledge of such things as Legilimency or Occlumency, which admittedly were few. But many recalled his closeness to the Dark Lord during the brief stints during which the two had co-existed while they certainly had no facial recognition to back it, merely a voice, for in those times he had so foolishly hoped to gain a life apart from Voldemort and the Death Eaters and for the Dark Lord's defeat. But it had never been meant to be. Rather, he had been imprisoned thanks to a certain John Kenneth, damn Order scum, and his picture had been seen by any who had half a brain and glanced at the Daily Planet in the news stands. Of course, the name associated with it had not been one that Death Eaters had known aside from Morgana, but it had been he, and again, anyone with half a brain would have noticed the absence of the always masked man from meetings and either made the connection or assumed he was away on important business. Now? Well, they had to be stupid not to have made it by now. Unfortunately, there were a few whose lack of brains was so prolific it was frightening.
Needless to say, Fierro was not one who lacked brains, but whether or not he knew of Trevor's ability was subject to debate. Regardless, it was due to this ability that Trevor had first picked up on Darque's curious discomfort around him months ago. It was something that had intrigued Trevor at first, for Darque never let it show through on his features. However, it was also this regard that Darque held towards him that the leader had decided to give him position of second in command when Masters had taken off on his mission. Keep your friends close but your enemies closer. Fortunately for Trevor he had few to no friends so he could devote all his time and attention to his enemies, so how much closer could one post enemies than second in command? Hell, if Callid Warren could be trusted around Sienna Faber, he might have given Warren the position instead, but as it was, he provided him his own section of the United Kingdom to keep watch. It kept him out of his hair yet close enough that meetings were required even if they were a bit redundant most of the time.
Regardless, it was Darque who was now of more importance. And his discomfort was still there, but he'd rather the other believe that he was falling for the façade upon the other's face, the portrayal of casual confidence. He was not about to admit to allowing Darque to know he knew. Instead, he would keep up the unpredictable act that seemed to be the source of it all. It made things interesting, kept Darque on his toes, and who knew, perhaps it also acted as a deterrent from doing anything potentially hazardous to the Williams regime and thereby his own job, for surely he knew that if he had anything to do with any ill publicity or happenings, the connection would be found and made and he would suffer greatly, publicly, if Trevor deemed it necessary. One did not want to cross paths with Trevor in such a way, for torture and killing were Trevor's specialties, something he had done for the Dark Lord with little regard to the one who was subjected to it.
Trevor watched as the other man replied before seeming to think a moment. He would have interrupted his thought, but he wanted to see what it was that seemed to warrant such a look on the other's face. A grin was not often seen on Fierro's face in his experience. The very fact that the other was calling his bluff before he was ready to make it known was alarming to Trevor, and he narrowed his eyes slightly as though examining the man, but just as quickly as they had narrowed, his expression was back to his normal collected expression, a slight hint of a smile on his face, which may or may not aide Darque's already skewed perspective of him. Now, Trevor saw absolutely no need to show him complete and total respect. No, that had to be earned in his eyes, and Darque had done little to do so.
Trust had to come before respect, after all. Darque hadn't tried to gain it, so he would receive neither, and it was his own fault. It didn't take much to figure out how it was that Trevor operated. He liked to think of himself as a fair man. All people had equal opportunity to advance, to gain his trust, and anything else. They just had to put their best foot forward and continue up the path to the top of the ladder.
And no one did that by calling Trevor's bluff.
No, that made him feel suspicious, even if he didn't let it show and instead, acted congenial as though nothing was wrong. "Partly, Mr. Darque," Trevor replied, nodding his head slightly, retaining his almost insanely calm look. "It is rather suspicious, is it not? Speaking lengthily with a man who is my known enemy isn't something most people would call smart, is it? I mean, you want to see this on my face, right?" He smiled. "Not this, right?" He made a face that was a mixture of a frown and a pout. "Well, what do you suppose I am now? This? or this?" He gave the smile first and then the frown again before resuming his calm expression. Yes, it only furthered the unpredictability he wanted to provide Darque. Give him something to fear and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't dare speak with Warren again.