A pair of emerald green eyes, hidden behind a blank mask of flowing white, could be seen beside the radiant blue star with a core of gold. The owner of the pair of liquid jade stared at him.
The black star above hid most of his body, and only faint traces of it were illuminated by the radiant blue star with a core of gold, but Kulak could see it all clearly.
He would never forget him.
That darned suit, a jacket of deep charcoal threaded with an ever so subtle graphite sheen, sculpted around broad shoulders and tapered neatly along his torso, each seam lay perfectly in place.
It was just like him.
The crisp white shirt beneath lent a sharp contrast, its collar structured and pretentious, framing a dark silk tie, perhaps midnight blue or muted burgundy. The trousers mirrored the jacket's precision to a fault, cut close but never tight, falling straight with just the right break above polished leather Oxfords that reflected the light of the core in sleek, deliberate glints.
