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Cosmic Orion
Guest
Silence came from behind the door for quite some time while the man half-shrouded in shadows held her captive with a restraint neither magical nor physical. Choices of how to handle the situation raced through his mind. Quite obvious to anyone witnessing their conversation, Erilyn had just invited him to join her in attending the celebration. Behind the door the fingers of his left hand started to tremble in the slightest out of longing. Memories of the days before his disfigurement haunted him more ferociously than any monster the FateGuard had ever faced. Days when he received specific invitations rather than an unnamed inclusive sort. Ones that came from him belonging to the FateGuard rather than for who he was on his own.
". . . Alright. If you truly desire a cursed countenance such as my own to accompany you milady, I cannot refuse your wishes. Let me go get. . . ready."
Candlelight moved away from behind the door to the sound of footsteps fading off into the house. Erilyn would find herself waiting for some time as he clothed himself in attire appropriate for a royal celebration. Fine robes that he wore in service to the city while fighting countless perils were donned once more. . . with a few additions. Boots slipped onto his feet which were leather underneath while the outside was plated in fine silver that were not meant for combat at all. Gloves of fine fabric covered his grotesque hands with the grandest of deception. From the neck down he had the appearance of a high ranking religious figure rather than a man who brutalized demons in the dark with a cross meant for combat.
Yet the reflection cast in his mirror undid all of that finery.
Eyes of a distinct blue niceness looked upon the haunting guise that brought to one's mind the image of those condemned and tortured in hell. Only for this man it occurred while he still walked in the land of the living. Skin replaced by scars from both burns and claws that had healed just enough for him to survive. Just around his left eye and left cheek had a patch of skin been left unscathed somehow from the tortures he had endured during a night nothing short of hell on earth. Bandages were wrapped with care around every inch of his head from the neck up in a way that displayed just how skilled he had grown in doing it on his own. Loose enough to avoid restriction of movement and yet tight enough to not allow any slippage during the most extreme combat. Golden hair escaped from the top of the bandages, some of it hanging at eye height at the current length.
Vanity indulged in at last, he started to approach the door he had left Erilyn standing outside all this time.
". . . Alright. If you truly desire a cursed countenance such as my own to accompany you milady, I cannot refuse your wishes. Let me go get. . . ready."
Candlelight moved away from behind the door to the sound of footsteps fading off into the house. Erilyn would find herself waiting for some time as he clothed himself in attire appropriate for a royal celebration. Fine robes that he wore in service to the city while fighting countless perils were donned once more. . . with a few additions. Boots slipped onto his feet which were leather underneath while the outside was plated in fine silver that were not meant for combat at all. Gloves of fine fabric covered his grotesque hands with the grandest of deception. From the neck down he had the appearance of a high ranking religious figure rather than a man who brutalized demons in the dark with a cross meant for combat.
Yet the reflection cast in his mirror undid all of that finery.
Eyes of a distinct blue niceness looked upon the haunting guise that brought to one's mind the image of those condemned and tortured in hell. Only for this man it occurred while he still walked in the land of the living. Skin replaced by scars from both burns and claws that had healed just enough for him to survive. Just around his left eye and left cheek had a patch of skin been left unscathed somehow from the tortures he had endured during a night nothing short of hell on earth. Bandages were wrapped with care around every inch of his head from the neck up in a way that displayed just how skilled he had grown in doing it on his own. Loose enough to avoid restriction of movement and yet tight enough to not allow any slippage during the most extreme combat. Golden hair escaped from the top of the bandages, some of it hanging at eye height at the current length.
Vanity indulged in at last, he started to approach the door he had left Erilyn standing outside all this time.