marcus (_drac) wrote in cirque_rp, |
All Lila got from Marcus was a deep, rumbling inward sigh that sounded far too much like an apex predator growling. She was lovely to look at but her ego was intolerable. Couldn't hear a compliment unless it was heavy-handed, that one. Everything about Marcus' posture read disinterested and unattentive; when in actuality, he was watching Nyah. Her barely contained amusement. She moved a vailed passivity as she worked with Lila and Elia in setting the alter. She was smoke and tinted mirrors. Hmmm.
Quietly, Marcus braved the cold and pushed his long sleeves passed his forearms to relieve two intricately tattooed dragons. He gave his wrists a twist to make them move. Then they moved, pulling themselves from his skin and becoming three-dimensional. They shook themselves, expanding their little wings. They looked at Marcus' expectantly. He nodded toward the air and off the two flew, circling the Coven.
How should they proceed? "Quickly," Marcus said casually while pulling down his sleeves and removing his face mask. "I have fourteen more minutes before I have to be back to rounds."