(h2els) ❝ i think you look beautiful. ❞
He paused from where he was standing in the Victorian where they had met. True to his word he had transformed the place into something of beauty. He could have snapped his fingers and just had to whole thing done. Death, liked to work with his hands though, and his magic and he had just finish setting the chandelier in the dining room. He was not dressed in his normal ominous clothing. Instead he wore the silk dress shirt cuffs rolled up , tailored black slacks and the expensive leather shoes he always purchased from Italy. He glanced down to her and tipped his head.
Beautiful --Him ?
❝ That's not something I am commonly called.❞ he stated with a faint chuckle.❝ Are you certain it isn't just this lovely antique here.❞ he patted it ❝ As opposed the breathing antique that I am ?❞ he inquired with a raised brow a look of amusement on his face. A gesture of his hand had the crystalline structure with all the candles illuminate. ❝ Thank you, though--Nubia.❞ he said stepping from where he was to appear at her side ❝ That is kind of you.❞
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