Even sitting on a makeshift throne of Infinity with his head leaned back, he looked fucking majestic.
Emotive had been staring at her Fixation for the last few minutes while he closed his eyes, and she had not spared even a single nanosecond of her attention to the Primordial Architect beside them. Naldine. The woman who kept looking at her coldly with those ridiculous singularity-dotted eyes. Whatever. Whatever. Naldine could look at her all she wanted. Naldine could stare until her golden-streaked hair turned white!
Emotive was busy. Emotive had better things to be doing with her precious seconds than returning that cold gaze.
She had been spending all her precious seconds looking at him.
She was not sitting still while she looked, of course.
