Luminescence 46

Eros opened up his slate grey suit with practiced boredom.
Hugging his torso were two engraved Valhalla blades. Identical curved blades that sang through the air as he whirled them with the precision and lithe like a fish through water. The feel of them, solid, hard Valhalla steel shot a euphoric sensation through him. The corners of his mouth tugged up, “It was the worth the trouble of smuggling these after all,” his accent inflected slightly from the long forgotten English prep school.

He hated London with a passion but oh did it feel good to be home. 

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