Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20131115144103/@comment-11588669-20131121032635

"I'm impressed." He chuckled. "My artistic talent is in music, not artestry. It fits in really well." Blinking rapidly, Nox recalled what she had said moments before.

"Pheromones? Apparently I can scare people shit-less, but pheromones? Then again...that explains the attraction some males have to her..." He murmered, then looked up. It was night, and they needed to get some sleep. Well, she did. He was more than used to staying up.

Plus, winter was always a better time for him. He enjoyed the chill, the cool, clear skys, and the Night which reflected his eyes.

"Alright, Miss Runaway." He shot her a look, Midnight lining amber burning into a lighter blue. "You need to go to bed. It's getting late."