ECLIPSE
Malric NorthSteed might be an expert at wearing an emotionless mask, but Eclipse sensed it right away that he was in a bad mood.
Just the same way her ambitions laid buried under layers in her dark eyes, his crackled perceptibly on the surface like an irritation he couldn't thaw away.
So while she had not slept a wink the last night, it would seem he had quite the interesting night of his life himself.
Zoric Alatora stood grimly off his side, while Aedryn seated on the table across wore a look of rabid amusement.
Eclipse drowned the hushed chatter of the brides and the pointed stare of Venom who sat in the room as Syria Vanguard while she zeroed in her attention on him.
"I apologize for my tardiness," she said, taking the liberty to lift his jug of wine and pour in his cup.
At the movement, the scent of jasmine that clung as oil on her skin wafted through the air between them, causing his nose to flare ever slightly.
