Duskfire Glacier lluvia

faust smirks, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker, something dangerous. he leans in just slightly, voice low, purposeful. you think sleep will cure me? he asks, the question lingering like smoke in the air between them. i don't need to sleep, silvertongue. not when i can find other ways to... exhaust myself. his grin sharpens, and for a moment, he looks more like a predator than a man. a palace, huh? must've been quite the hold. he doesn’t wait for her to respond, the silent challenge between them as palpable as the night air.