72 Dinner ( IV )

"I'm honored," Asterias said with a slight smile on his face. Indeed, nothing about him showed a flaw in his character. He was effortlessly perfect in the way that he acted. A cool attitude with a silver tongue. There was something so perfect about his veneer it was somewhat unsettling. His charismatic attitude with his warm wards seemed to be juxtaposed to the iciness that sometimes glazed over his eyes.

"Look at how well they're all getting along," Eliard hummed warmly interjecting onto the conversation, "Well, I suppose that should be expected. They all played together as children." A laugh left her lips as Eldrige looked at the five of them.

"Mom," Cosette frowned pouting slightly as Eliard laughed gently. It almost was as though they were innocent of the sins that they committed.