[Thanks trippelstabb. You didn't have to thrust it through my heart too, though. I was already dead
Sylas stood across from Cassarae in silence, watching her for a moment. When she wasn't cursing up a storm, she really was a beauty. Her dark hair carried a natural loose curl to it, her blue eyes were almost fiercely bright, and the caramel of her skin shone with a healthier and healthier glow every day.
One might imagine that as they improved their Genes, their looks also benefited. But while this was mostly fiction and pseudoscience even in this world, there was an enhancement to the traits you already had.
That said, Sylas knew that he was lying through his teeth—or at least his thoughts—right about now. He quite liked Cassarae's fierceness. In his eyes, she didn't lose much of her beauty at all even when she was cursing.
