Marvel raised her arms, stretching pulling her muscles, until a sting shot through her. She looked at the bandage on her wrist. "What the fuck is, nevermind" she said. Her eyes caught the bright colors that hurt her eyes.
She turned around, confused until her eyes found Arioch, sitting on crossed legs with a deep frown. His eyes were fixed on Marv, but his mind wasn't; she watched him for a minute, just taking in his presence. His curved nose shadowed his brow, his oval lips were pinned into a straight line and mascara along his eyes were alluring.
But she snapped out of her admiration. "Oh god, why are there so many colors? Now I know why you live in a gothic castle," Marv grunted out, but in a gasped Arioch grabbed Marv into his arms.
