Disoriented seemed to be the best word to describe the handsome young man who had stumbled into his home. The red haired beauty held up his hand, his words strained and jerking awkwardly from his mouth as if he were only just remembering how to speak the Queen's tongue. Kassandr paused, his bright sapphire eyes scanning each alluring detail of the Empath's dumbfounded face. Whatever he had done, wherever he had come from, it appeared to Kassandr that the man hadn't known what he was in for before plunging his entirety into the mysterious, mystical portal. And how could he? Empaths were capable of many wonders, harboring powers beyond anything a sorcerer such as Kassandr could mimic, but as far as he was aware opening temporal rifts was not one of them. All of Kassandr's research had suggested that such rifts required activation by beings endowed with monumental magical prowess. As he doubted both that the stranger had opened the rift himself and that he had just randomly tumbled into it, Kassandr silently postulated that perhaps his visitor had been sent back through time. But why him? Why here? Why now? All such intriguing questions Kassandr desperately wished answered.<br/><br/>Kassandr hadn't noticed that the stranger had wandered into his modest dwelling sans clothing. Well, perhaps that wasn't<i>entirely</i>true. When a beautiful, almost legendary specimen unexpectedly emerges from a magical portal right in front of you, whether he's sporting a tunic or not is the last question on your mind. Kassandr's face flushed a pleasant, hot pink beneath the dark blonde stubble on his cheeks, turning his curious face away suddenly as the stranger struggled to cover his immodesty. "Oh, I'm s-sorry, I didn't... My apologies," he muttered, chewing on his bottom lip and fighting to keep his gaze away from the intruder, though he couldn't seem to stop himself from stealing a few glimpses of the redhead's toned physique from the corner of his eye.<br/><br/>He watched as the stranger struggled to find something to clothe himself with, eventually settling on a dark linen robe Kassandr had carelessly tossed across a crude wooden chair tucked beneath a small table. The man seemed settled once he had something covering his manhood, and Kassandr turned toward him once more, stepping forward and taking the offered hand into his own. "It's, um, it's fine. Sivan, you said? It's good to meet you, Sivan, though I must agree that this is quite startling for me." Kassandr felt a fiery warmth at Sivan's touch, leaving him disinclined to tear his palm away from the Empath's. It was addictive, the way the unusual man's own heat seeped into him, filling him up as if he were an empty cup. Kassandr had never experienced such a foreign yet comforting sensation before. He lingered there, touching perhaps a bit too long before he realized his reluctance to pull away was doing nothing but exacerbating the inherent awkwardness of the situation.<br/><br/>"Sorry," he mumbled again, pulling his hand away and wrapping his arms around himself, guarding. "To be perfectly honest, I'm not exactly sure what constitutes 'rude' in this situation. You're a mysterious man who just emerged from a portal in my home. I suppose as long as you don't plan on taking my life I can forgive any lapses in social niceties." He chuckled nervously, trying desperately to look anywhere other than the bunched up mass of cloth covering Sivan's crotch.<br/><br/>"My name? Ah, of course," he said, a soft smile sprouting across his lips as he found himself focusing on the deep auburn of Sivan's eyes. "My name is Kassandr Vintergaard, but you may call me Kas, if you like, Sivan Addenborn." If there was any recognition on Sivan's face at the mention of his name, Kassandr did not notice. The gentle bow of Sivan's lips intrigued him more, almost as much as that burst of fire atop Sivan's head. He hoped desperately that whomever this man was he would stay and answer his questions, for more seemed to pop up in his mind like exuberant weeds with each passing minute.<br/><br/>"I think I can do you better," he countered, pointing lazily at the balled robe. Kassandr walked the short distance across the shack to a large wooden chest that sat at the end of his bed. The brass latch snapped as he unlocked it, lifting the heavy cover with a loud squeak as the hinges squealed with movement. A collection of simple clothing was folded and packed inside, various darkly dyed tunics, wool leggings, and rich vibrantly colored cloaks, perhaps the nicest items Kassandr owned. He carefully pulled out a loose emerald green tunic and some leggings before strolling back to Sivan.<br/><br/>The clothes were placed on the table near Sivan, Kassandr smiling. "Here, these should fit you all right. And far more comfortable than the robe. You can keep them, if you like. I have an extra pair of boots you can use as well, though the leather is a bit worn. I hope you don't mind. Going out in the ghetto without footwear isn't something I would recommend to anyone." If it wasn't the thick, oppressive mud in the streets, it was the broken glass and splintered wood that was often littered all over, transforming a simple stroll into a dangerous excursion.<br/><br/>"Sivan, I feel I must pry," Kassandr began, his eyes wide with curiosity once more. "Never before has something so extraordinary occurred in my presence. I am no stranger to magic, but this... this is something magnificent. Beyond my understanding. How did you come to be here? Where are you from? The past? The future? We speak the same language so you must be from here... I cannot comprehend. The magic that must have been conjured to send you through the rift... Please, Sivan, I have spent years attempting to understand this magic." Kassandr's arm swept wide, gesturing to the stacks of dusty old spell books and magical tomes that dotted almost every surface of his home. "If there is some small bit of information you can offer me, I would be forever grateful. Not to mention you being an Empath... I'm fascinated by what your experience must be like. Please, would it be too much to share a bit of yourself with me? I can offer you food and wine if you're in need of nourishment. I don't have much, but I have that, at least."