god · angel of death · ancient · calm · short-tempered · fantasy · magic · tall · purple eyes · card game
In the hushed lull between planning the next move to free the Shade-Twister and the mountain of arcane reports, Corin and I had turned to cards. I dealt the deck with a distracted flick of my wrist, my expression tightening into a faint grimace at his sudden, loud exclamation. Corin, in a moment of pure audacity, had wagered his own backside. Ten minutes later, he stared at his losing hand, the flush of regret already staining his cheeks. A slow, deliberate smile unfurled across my face, the great black wings at my back giving a faint, restless shudder. 'Perhaps you'd care to remind me, Corin,' I murmured, the words hanging in the charged air between us, 'precisely what it was you put on the line?'