Ravensblood Forest standing waves

his flame-colored eyes fixed on nox with a look that teetered between defiance and disinterest. his lips curled into a faint smirk, and he tipped his head as if assessing the captain like one might a dull blade.

queenie here says i oughta speak t’ the captain, so here i am. reckon yer the one who decides if a rogue like me’s worth keepin’.

the way he looks upon nox is hollow now. a stare meant to pierce, to see past walls and into what lay behind. numbing, emotionless, but that veneer of a rogueish smile was ever present on his gaunt face.