Clare

“Jee wiz dude, I was just saying, no need to get weird.” She whispered back, with a poor attempt of a scowl, “Who are they anyway, the Asguardians.”

Nathan stared directly into her irises, grave distress envisioned in the pain of his eyes. His turmoil opened up for that moment, but she didn’t look away, because she knew if she was sure about anything - he was her brother, and all she wanted to do was hold him, and tell him it’ll be okay, but she couldn’t, because them being okay wasn’t certain. He dropped his eyes and gazed behind Clare, past her shoulder.

His guard up and tightened in his features, “Asguardians are the off-spring of Angels, they don’t have Angelic abilities but they can use seraph verses nonetheless, you should watch yourself around them, our own have a habit of disappearing when it’s convenient for them.”