Of Demons and Darkness

a slighted smirk fell over the jester's lips, spectacles of different color playing over his guest's features. the man was certainly one to look at - like an inverted version of jaeger without the masquerade mask to match. he couldn't help but to yearn for the man. not to do so would be like insulting himself, wouldn't it? delicately chiselled feet brought him closer, toned and taut vessel weaving his usual fluid movements. banner threaded with three shades seemed to float haphazardly aligned with his spine, diamond hued ears swiveling methodically.

intuition told him the man had not understood him, but who ever listened to that? eyes glinted in sunna's light, reflecting a childish and perhaps acidic air about the nordic man. he contemplated only briefly about whether or not this man in front of him needed to know his name. "finjarg." he was lucky to get a name at all. a generous smile split his face, crinkling his eyes and showing every pointed tooth within his jaw. "and what in all of midgard has brought greed to please my ears?" his tone was playful, a sliver of seductive laced in. would the fish bite?



notes; sunna is a name for the sun personified, and midgard is the nordic name for mortal earth