@diamondderma liked for a starter.
“Miss Frost, I am afraid I must ask again: why aren’t you here?” His dry words are tinged with an acidic bitterness that warps tones once warmed towards most by a knowing affection. There seems to be very little affection left in this man. Perhaps it had been taken away, whisked off in the crackling snap of crimson smoke.
“Did Erik send you?” Charles hopes not. Charles hopes so? Charles is no longer sure what he hopes.













