[AW] slick like sunlight ;

[Velorca]

warning: lorca swears V E L O R C A The sun was ridiculously hot today, a beacon of far off burning hellfire that by rights, should have burnt Solterra and The Day Court (his beautiful lip curled) into ashes long ago. Alas, it had not, and so he was stuck here fawning in the fire. At least the sun suited him - the satin resplendence of his skin responded to the sunlight gloriously, shining in all the right places, curving around the slick lines of his elegant frame and setting the gold upon him aflame.  Velorca lounged arrogantly within the walls of the Court, leaning lazily against the baking walls with a confidence and a sublimity that suggested he owned the place. He offered suggestive winks and lazy, cattish smiles to the prettier men about the fortress now and again, mainly for fun - though his eyes had flashed with real interest at a particularly delectable young soldier. The other man had hurried by without a second glance, earning a disgusted snort from the elegant courtier as he relaxed back against the walls once more.  Ever since Maxence had come in and restored some small semblance of order everyone had been on their best behaviour, marching about in a militaristic fashion as if Zolin himself had returned. Zolin. The name brought a darkness to his elegant, razor edged face, a keenness and cruelty to his intelligent amber gaze. He blinked and the darkness was gone, swallowed by silver and ebony lashes and an apathetic stare. How many years had he been a prisoner here? His whole life, it seemed, though the last few years he hadn't had physical shackles. The mental ones remained, though. Where would he go if not here? His tribe was gone, except for her, and his home was the desert - why not live in the luxury of the courts, seeping up information until he could be of use again?  @Avdotya and open!