Markus arrived in a timely manner, sporting a single earring with a blood red gem, a collection of bracelets, though only on one arm, an armband, and a collection of rings in all manner of styles, though all the stones within were red. Though Markus was supposed to be the harmless husband of one of the most powerful men in the city, often presenting himself as slightly ditsy but well-meaning, he always did like to discomfit the masses with his choices. The blood red would remind them of his cruelly cold looks. Markus was exactly what he looked like, but half the lie was pageantry, and he could perform with the best of them.
He wore no necklaces, because he'd had a hunch as to what his husband would gift him, and trotted over to him, close enough for a quick peck on the lips and a quick grab for the box.
He was ever the raven.
He wore no necklaces, because he'd had a hunch as to what his husband would gift him, and trotted over to him, close enough for a quick peck on the lips and a quick grab for the box.
He was ever the raven.
