Duskfire Glacier marrok

his eyes widened for a brief moment—just a flicker—before he caught himself. fond of him? he wasn’t blind. he’d seen the warmth in satori’s eyes, but hearing it aloud was... different.
still, he smothered whatever surprise stirred in his chest beneath something more familiar. something cocky. he gave a low, rumbling chuckle, turning his head to glance sidelong at lousine.
how could she not? his lips curled into a smirk, a teasing lilt undercutting his words. he shifted his weight to bump his shoulder into hers, playful, testing the waters.
but you’re the one here, aren’t you? his voice dropped lower, but the humor remained. doesn’t that make you the lucky one?
he leaned in closer, eyes glinting with mischief as his muzzle brushed briefly along her cheek. the rough edges of faust softened just slightly in her presence—though the fire in his chest never quite went out.