Kushiel’s Legacy GIF sets || Hyacinthe
After three years in pale, swooning Cereus House, he was positively exotic to my eyes. His skin was as brown as a Bhodistani’s, his eyes black and merry, and his hair hung to his shoulders in curls of jet. “Yes,” I said, and because I thought him beautiful, “What House are you from?” He squatted on his heels. “I live on the Rue Coupole, near the temple.” The stoop was dirty, but my gown was dirtier. I gathered it around my knees and sat. “My mother was of Jasmine House. You have their coloring, yes?” With one hand, he touched the ribbons twined in my hair. “These are nice. They’d fetch a few coppers, in the market.” His eyes widened, showing the whites. “You’re of the Night Court.” “Yes,” I said, then; “No. I’ve the spot, in my eye. They want to sell me.” “Oh.” He pondered it for a moment. “I’m Tsingani,” he said presently, pride puffing his voice. “Or my mother is, at least. She tells fortunes in the square, except on market days, and takes in washing. My name’s Hyacinthe.”