velvet mace


"You have the most beautiful eyes, Amber," breathed Al. "They look just like Niisan's."

Amber snuggled deeper into the crook of his arm, closing those gorgeous eyes, an expression of utter contentment on her face.

He wondered if she minded being compared to his brother, who was after all, firey, loud and violent, and everything Amber most definitely was not. He wondered what she thought of Al's cold, unforgiving exterior, or the spikes which could, if Al wasn't very careful, hurt her badly.

"I think I love you," Al said quietly and carefully stroking her cheek.

Amber began to purr.