❝ You got the devil in your eyes and it invokes my inner demons. ❞
Sharp eyes would rest a half-lidded gaze upon the master. Soft hues of ocean blues cascaded his irises though glimmers; ー they were almost supernatural.
" Charmed, Ol' boy. "
A thick posh accent blanketed his words.
" But poets expire rapidly, I'd pick another profession. "











