To Get Them Back

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As the sun rays reflected off the silky smooth surface of the wooden table, a fair and slender hand trailed its fingers on the rims of the said furniture. Opened windows allowed the winds to come in and greet the owner of the office.

Blowing the curtains of the room, gold-stained orbs travelled to the map he once circled and doodled on and then to the outside world that lied after the opened doors of the towering glass casements.

A young-looking man that deceived his own age stood by the large desk he owned. With the stacks of books messily placed around him, Eito slipped a sigh out of his lips. Nyxius stood by the side of the doorway with his thin square-rimmed glasses that adorned his face.

One wouldn't be able to miss the unique purple markings covering his neck as well. They rose up to the bottom of his chin, making marks of a single full-bloomed flower by the right side of his neck.