His gaze finds the small smile that dances across her face, before lifting to the hidden eyes behind the fiery mask when he hears the firebird speak. It brings a small smile to his own face as well, head tilting slightly as he realizes he can’t look away from her. He’s captivated by the way the hues of her mask dance along her face in echoed reflections, the way it perfectly matches the rest of her dress and how it fits her curves and figure.
“It is perfect.” He agrees softly, taking a sip of his drink while his eyes still remain glued to her, and at her question he hums a brighter laugh. “Oh no, not in the slightest. Are you?” A dark brow raises, obscured only partially from the edge of the peacock mask, the green feather curved in a way that seems to follow its trajectory.
“It is perfect.” He agrees softly, taking a sip of his drink while his eyes still remain glued to her, and at her question he hums a brighter laugh. “Oh no, not in the slightest. Are you?” A dark brow raises, obscured only partially from the edge of the peacock mask, the green feather curved in a way that seems to follow its trajectory.
