"Do I look ready?" Magnus was leaning very close to the mirror in our bathroom, closing his right eye and penciling on dark eye-liner. He was wearing fitted black slacks and a purple button up silk shirt, which was currently un-tucked. He had already spiked his thick hair at impossible angles.
" I started, but knew it didn't matter whether I finished my sentence or not. Apparently he was not yet ready for our night in Venice (though I wasn't so sure that I was ready, either).
Without my consent, Magnus had decided I was going to wear black slacks, a white dress shirt, and a buttoned black vest. And so I was. I glanced back at the warlock to find him decorating his other eye, and realized that with a closer look, when he moved, the liquid would shine as if a line of oil was smeared over his lid. I buried my hands deep inside of my pockets and paced back and forth through our hotel room.
Truthfully, I was extremely nervous about tonight, but of course I did