Talk:Anton Atharm/@comment-26208390-20130822014714/@comment-26208390-20130826142553

Adelaide slowly tilted her head, returning her soul-piercing eyes to catch his. A strand of dark hair fluttered down over her shoulder and with a gust of wind -- attempted to spin itself around her body with a starting dash under her arm. She seemed to ignore this troublesome strand.

She quoted, clicking her tongue thoughtfully against the roof of her mouth as her eyes ripped across his frame, observing him like a specimen under a microscope -- as if preparing to debate on which section of skin she will open first. That calculating gaze normally made a splintering shudder quake an individual's body, but Anton seemed indifferent or even oblivious to her dangerous persona.

She offered an inaspicious beam, revealing stunningly white teeth.