A god, actually.
Had the galaxy-strewn colt had the ability to read her mind, he would have informed her immediately. But he doesn’t so he smiles lopsidedly at her instead, infatuated with the gentleness of the fireflies and how they adorn her head like a crown of lights. “They are,” he muses thoughtfully, their pulsing light gently reflecting in the deep violet of his eyes.
They would also make great target practice, he thinks to himself but then decides against doing so - at least at this moment, when he is in such proximity to her. Skandar might be rash and find things he does without consequence, but he isn’t heartless.
He would hate for the burning of his eyes to scar any part of her. Not until he knew more about her, at least.
“Avelina,” comes his voice again, still gentle and lost amongst the soft buzz of firefly wings. His eyes meet hers - almost devilishly - when she speaks of his appearance and there is no hesitancy in the grin that spreads across his face. “You think so?” He questions, tilting his head slightly.
His galaxy skin shudders and strips itself away, like feathers along his skin, and when they finally settle, the consultations and colors that once were Skandar are now gone. With a thought, Skandar likens himself to the fireflies that dance around her. His skin now resembles the exoskeleton of an insect, hard and shining. Then, he begins to glow softly, following the same pulse of the firefly’s abdomen. He could become one himself, he thinks, but instead only keeps their skin and their glow.
skandar
@[Avelina]