Re: Island: Janus/Atticus
Janus had just come from business, and looked it. There was crossroads dust on his soft brown leather shoes, and as he stepped out of the shadows on the opposite side of the fire, his dark eyes gleamed coal red around the soft brown edges. He looked younger than this Atticus had ever seen him, a version of the face that Steve was most familiar with, only smoother, with less care, and more smile lines. The salesman. He took off a brown hat with a crooked brim as he fully materialized and dropped it at his feet in the sand before sinking into sitting. “You know there’s usually formalities I have to go through for this. But I figure if anyone comes after me, I’ve got a good excuse.” The voice on this one was a smoker’s voice, rougher than the scientist’s.