𝕸𝖘. 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘 (𝕻𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑𝖊 - 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 1)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖊𝖓 (10) - Revised

The crimson luminescence flickers, fading away completely within seconds, and from the epicenter, stands a tall man, embers floating in the air around him. Our bond feels almost stronger, like there was an invisible shroud over it that was only noticed when he was right in front of us. The tug I'd felt loosens, like having Andy in front of me caused the line to slacken. Remington and I share a look, thr wonder on his face mirroring my own.

'He is terribly pretty.' I send to Remington alone.

'I have to say I agree.' Remington admits, with the tiniest tilt of his head.

Andy's unruly black hair fell in light waves to his shoulders, about the length of Emerson's and at first his eyes were completely black; the sclera, pupil, and iris. Then, the black slowly bled out like blood from a wound, his irises blue, like the ocean and the sky were joined as one. Adorned in black skinny jeans and a pristine, white, untucked dress shirt, rolled up to just above his elbows, necklaces, chains, and rings adorning his body. There are odd little shiny spots of what looks to be dark ink splotches, but after a moment I realize they're scales. Protruding from the top of his head are two large spiraling black horns that curl up away from his skull and brush his hair, and upon closer inspection I can see little traces of dark scales lining his cheekbones and temples as well as dotting his neck, and suddenly my mind makes the connection.

So Andy is where the scales on Remington's face came from, and why one of his eyes was blacked out.

"Pleased to formally make your acquaintances, I'm Andrew, though, I prefer Andy. At your service." He does a sweeping bow, his clawed hand nearly meeting the ground, the pure deep, smoothness to his voice nearly causing me to gawk outwardly.

Hearing it in person is somehow vastly different from hearing it in my head. It's like liquid butter. I didn't know someones voice could sound like that. If there was one thing I knew for certain, was that both Andy's voice and his features all screamed one word; ethereal.

"How do you do?" Remington greets rhetorically, an uncertain smile on his face as he takes a glance back at me.

The look on his face makes me think he'd be blushing if he'd had any blood recently, his face a pretty pink like I know mine currently is.

Andy doesn't notice, and I watch as he simply stares at me. There's a sort of awe in his gaze, which causes me to immediately blush a shade darker. "You are so much cuter in person," He comments, stepping up to me so we're chest to face, "and shorter."

I scoff jokingly, grinning as I tilt my head back to meet his gaze, "R-rem isn't much sh-shorter than you are Andy."

"Yeah, but he towers over you. We all do!" Emerson remarks lightly from his spot beside Sebastian, both of them holding an air of hesitancy.

It seems as though they're staying out of this meeting for the most part, unsure of how to take this situation. Of course, it's understandable. The only interaction they said they'd had with Andy was when he was trying to completely possess Remington. I'd imagine that didn't leave a good impression on them. I turn my head back to Andy from where I'd turned to Emerson once he began to speak, only to be kissed. My eyes widen in shock for a moment, glancing over at Remington who is just as floored by Andy's actions.

I kiss back lightly, somewhat hesitantly, partly acceptingly. I just hope this doesn't hurt Remington in any way. I rather enjoy this, its quite like kissing Remington, but Andy kisses differently. A little rougher, but tender. His lips are on mine for only a moment before they're gone and he's two paces (two paces for him at least) away once again, smiling gently, a thinly veiled sense of awe in his eyes.