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          The shadows seem to cling loosely at his cloak, turning the pure whiteness of it into grayish undertones. HIs hair brightens in the streetlights, light blue hues that slowly turn white like the calm waves of the ocean glints in the light. His mis-matched eyes takes in the building tension & joy rolling out from the club that tasted bittersweet upon his lips.

        ❝ Come Join me, it’s not every day my favourite dark dabbler comes for a visit. ❞ They both knew she was the only practitioner of the dark arts Magnus liked, the word dabbler coming out more as a playful tease because of that fact.

       Something sparks in his mis-matched eyes, the metallic of his silver eye brighten as his head tilts slightly to the side. Recognizing the Warlock was easy, he hadn’t expected to find the other in this city however. 

       He stayed there awhile, letting himself drift until he heard a door to the institute, glancing towards it his eyes spark at the sight, shifting from his perch, he jumps down in one graceful motion, landing soundlessly in the leaves. ❝ Lady of Roses. ❞ He calls non-too-loudly in greeting, giving her a slight bow before leaning back into the tree, having no intention of going inside just yet. ❝ How do you fair this fine eve? ❞

        Glancing up towards a small shift Kieran notices from the corner of his eye, something in those mis-matched eyes spark, causing the metallic silver of one to brightens for the briefest of seconds. ❝ Mi-- ❞ He pauses, remembering his old lover’s request not to be called that, forgetting the flowery words that were going to spring from his lips. ❝ Mark. ❞ His voice rings out softly, calmly in greeting as he looks back to his sandwich, opening it only to pick up a piece of lettuce with a mysterious substance on it. Eyeing it he tilts his head, as if were going to suddenly move & take at bite out of his hand. It looks like salad dressing. Why-ever would put their substitute flavours on a sandwich? Humans...

      Blue eyes look over at the nights sky, flicking over the city below as he shifts on the roof, partly leaning against the thin barrier around it’s edge. He hadn’t announced himself, he doubted anyone knew he was here, but he waited anyway, calmly, sifting through his own private thoughts silently. Shoving his hands into his designer jeans, thumbs hooking through his belt loops as he lightly hums. 

     Thoughtfully lifting his cup before taking a sip, Daken enjoys the freshness of the outside air, while sitting outside a small cafe. Raising his tea cup, he takes a slow soundless sip, his eyes half closing in his enjoyment. Only to blink & glance over when he felt someone’s eyes on him, his brow quirking up in the process.