~Vulcan~
Vulcan got out of the shower, wrapping a towel about his waist, tan hands resting against the counter as he bent over thinking about everything. The complicated mess that flowed around them was much like a river, except instead of water it was filled with secrets, flames, and death. He lifted his gaze, red hair now slightly darker from the dampness, fierce golden eyes that reminded you of a predator was staring back at him. The fog on the mirror distorted his face, yet it didn't feel like his physical appearance was smudged at all. It was emotional, the lining of his soul blurred within the madness of the world, and yet he would carry this madness. He would do it for his moon, his mate.
He looked away from his reflection turning to enter his room, moving over to his bag opening
