Eye of the Storm

Arcus paused midstep, slate blue eyes growing wide as he stared dead ahead. She saw him, naturally. Why hadnt he seen her? Her scent was everywhere here, perhaps that was enough of an excuse. So with a thick sigh he'd turn his head to look at her. For a moment he were silent, wondering fleetingly if he would be able to sink back into the shadows and be forgotten again. But it seemed his lunar sister had an interest in his attention, and he knew from experiance how hard it was to shake it off. "And if i refuse?" He countered instead. Arcus could take her, he had fully grown into his body despite how little he worked on it. But it wasnt like he couldnt have handled her before either, she was rather small. No, his storms fueled him too, and they lit up and clouded the clear sky of his gaze. His lips set, his jaw clenched, he merely stared and wondering just how much she wanted him over there.