Matteo

It's tough to be a god

I recommend Sir, that we start here and make our way around the room in an orderly fashion. Gregory gestured readily then to several boxes stacked within the corner of the terribly cluttered room. The near ancient Warlock having managed to convince the Frenchman that it was surely time to clean out at least some of the objects the Fae had hoarded over his terribly long life time. Matteo, for lack of a decent excuse to remove himself from the task, had reluctantly agreed to assist his manservant in his efforts. That nod of approval from the Fae prompted the overly eager Warlock to reach for the first of those boxes, placing it on the floor before opening it to peer inside. Matteo's own attention had already wavered. His silver gaze turned toward that window the looked out over his vast French estate. His thoughts inclined to travel elsewhere until Gregory's voice interrupted him again. Matteo turning his silver gaze back to the man once more. Sir? Need we keep....any of this? It appears to be a box of, shall we say, miscellaneous items? . Junk, Matteo suspected, was very much the word his servant would have preferred to use. The ancient Faerie crossed the room then to peer into that box with a mild curiosity.

"It can all go, except for that."

He gestured loosely to that small metal box resting to one side. Gregory reached into that pile then to pluck the little box from within it. The Warlock turned it over curiously within his hand before querying just what exactly was inside it. That very query prompted a sigh from Matteo's lips then, his hand held out for the box, Gregory readily relinquishing it. How long had it been since he had looked within this box? Five....maybe six centuries? Yet how well he knew it out of all the items in that pile of trinkets and curiosities he had found or been given over the years. His fingers easily undid that latch then. Matteo opening that box before it to display its contents to his companion. The Warlocks eyes rising in surprise. Is there a reason, Sir, that you felt the need to keep women's jewellery? I do not think it would suit you. That flicker of amusement so found its way to the Frenchmans features, a soft chuckle humming within his throat as he merely shook his head.

"Ah, Gregory, I fear this one you will not understand, Mon Amie. I am watching over it."
I frequently do not understand you, Sir.
"I frequently do not understand myself- nor does anyone else. I think that is a fair assumption."

How difficult it was to explain those things he did or the reasons behind them when even he did not always understand himself. That path fate laid out was difficult and so often far from clear. It was a rare thing indeed that his own affinity for those visions of the future should activate without his consent. Matteo long since having all but mastered his use of that power and yet- on occasion- a vision was determined to make itself seen. The one that struck him now a veritable rush that saw fit to all but blindside him with its apperance, that unusual red hue overtaking his gaze in that moment as the Frenchman readily...frowned at just what he saw. Matteo allowing that vision to persist even if he held the ability to cast it aside. How very...curious a vision it was. A simper of sorts finding his lips in the wake of it. His once-more silvered gazed turned to Gregory then.

"I will see you later this evening. I have to go out for awhile."
Oh no you do not! Sir, I beg of you, we have only done one box
"Tomorrow, Gregory, we can do another."
Matteo!

That ready chuckle so found his lips again as the Frenchman easily made that jump from his own French Chateau to the bedroom of his favoured companion. Alexander's room resting within the loft above that cafe he owned. The Inner Sanctum, after all, was where he had seen that very vision take place. Matteo had no sooner landed within that room then his shin collided painfully with a small end table, the Fae blundering forward before crashing down onto the wooden floor with a heavy thud that undoubtedly echoed down to the patrons below. That table....had not been there before. Hmm. Alexander thought he was funny, it seemed. The Macedonian so evidently having moved that furniture in just such a fashion as he knew would result in Matteo tripping over it.

"Bastard."

The word was very near muttered beneath his breath as the Frenchman proceeded to right himself. He would not forget this discretion. The near ancient Fae made his way readily down those stars then and into the man area of the cafe. The Inner Sanctum, as always, proving busy no matter the time of day. Matteo easily spied his Hunter companion over by that coffee machine. That ghost of a smug simper on the other man's lips giving well away the notion that he had heard Matteo's crash landing above. A soft snort of derision left the Fae's lips. Matteo reaching out to snatch a coffee and cupcake from the counter as he passed. An order undoubtedly meant for someone else and yet surely Alexander owed him that much. The man deliberately avoiding meeting his companions gaze before taking up that very seat he had seen in his own vision to wait. It had been a long time, centuries even, since he had seen just what he had seen today. His visions colliding with those of another. Someone.....far, far more inexperienced then himself, whose visions lacked both power and direction and yet such was probably not surprising considering they so belonged to a child.

The Frenchman lifted that coffee to his lips then, savouring that taste, his tongue brushing across his upper lip to sweep away that chocolatey foam it left in its wake before the ring of that door announced another new arrival. Matteo well aware of just whom this was even as she hesitated. It so hardly took long before that chair opposite him was pulled out. That little blonde girl climbing into it to sit across from him then, her legs dangling above the ground as the pair regarded each other a moment before she declared she knew would find him here and offering her own name. A name he already knew.

"I know. It is very nice to meet you, Mon Cher."

He offered softly, that warm simper easily finding his own lips with those accented, gentle words. After all, he had already seen her offering that very name. The young girl before him appearing exactly as he had forseen she would. The elder Fae shifted easily then, his elbow coming to rest on the table, his head resting near laconically in his hand. Matteo very near the picture of placidity and calm. After all, he had no desire to make his young companion anxious in any sense. Young children so often prone to such things in the company of adults they hardly knew. His free hand reached to pluck that cupcake from his plate. Holding it out to the child now.

"Would you care for a cupcake? They are not as good as the ones I make but I suppose they shall suffice for today's meeting."

That simper so found his lips again. Snacks, after all, were surely a critical part of any important business meeting. Even with a child. That future sight, in any capacity, was a terribly....big power for someone so terribly small and yet he had already seen something of the future that existed before her. Matteo rather intrigued by the young child. It had been some years since he had engaged with another so young. His own children well and truly grown now. Those same gentle, easy words finding him then.

"Did your vision show why you came here today, Mon Petit? You and your small friend? Yes, I know he is in there. Do not worry though. I am an excellent keeper of secrets- about both chipmunks and visions."