this castle of glass

The man looked at her for a few moments, his eyes sparking a curious fire that burned in his belly and circled through his thoughts. For now though he would be able to temper off his aggressive nature for a moment to linger along the side of the phantom lady. But her expression told him of the confusion that she was harboring based on him being here.

Imonde chuckled under his breath his ears still attentive as he caught the greeting that seemed to be more of a question than an actual greeting. The man moved his head attempting to press the moisture surface of his nose against the woman's cheek. "Why so serious? It was a light question that he poses towards her.


"Speech"
'thoughts'