[On the one hand, she's grateful to Justy for keeping hold of her hand, for the support, but on the other, the hand on her upper arm triggers something within her that she still can't fully understand, something that makes her eyes drop to the floor as he speaks, her voice dead in her throat. Dusk, on the other hand, always has something to say, and this time is no different.]
Yes, she is that, isn't she? [He nods politely.] Dusk Calerin, Lord of the Second Sector.
[They're two incredibly different men--in sharp contrast to Justy, Dusk holds himself tall and confident, his dark hair cut and styled neatly, his clothes fitted and sharp. He positively reeks of arcane power, violet eyes almost seeming to glow a little in the dim of the hangar (but it's a trick of the light, she tells herself; Dusk's eyes have never glowed before).]
You're welcome to stay if you'd prefer, but I trust you won't mind my joining you. [His smile is warm as he begins to walk toward them. It looks as though he'll head to Wave's other side, so Justy can keep holding on if he wants.] I've come a long way to join the festivities this week.
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Yes, she is that, isn't she? [He nods politely.] Dusk Calerin, Lord of the Second Sector.
[They're two incredibly different men--in sharp contrast to Justy, Dusk holds himself tall and confident, his dark hair cut and styled neatly, his clothes fitted and sharp. He positively reeks of arcane power, violet eyes almost seeming to glow a little in the dim of the hangar (but it's a trick of the light, she tells herself; Dusk's eyes have never glowed before).]
You're welcome to stay if you'd prefer, but I trust you won't mind my joining you. [His smile is warm as he begins to walk toward them. It looks as though he'll head to Wave's other side, so Justy can keep holding on if he wants.] I've come a long way to join the festivities this week.