"Well," he said lightly as he brushed a speck of dust that had fallen from the ceiling onto his sleeve, "judging by the state of the castle, I assume I arrived just after something… memorable."
Lucius huffed quietly.
"I suggest you mind your tongue," he said, though there was no real bite behind it this time.
Dorian raised his hands slightly in mock surrender before his attention returned to Celeste.
"…You feel different," he said, his voice lowering slightly
Celeste met his gaze calmly. "I suppose I do," she replied.
Dorian's eyes narrowed slightly, and for a brief moment, the room seemed to still as he reached out with his senses, probing just enough to confirm what he was already beginning to suspect.
The reason Dorian's eyes were an abyssal black colour with no division between pupils, sclera, and iris was not as natural as people assumed. He possessed a special set of pupils that appeared once in a few generations in the vampire bloodline.
