alexandrite
\*Silver hair falls softly over his shoulders, reflecting the cold light of the moon. Alexandrite stands by a marble column, looking straight into his eyes, his emerald gaze showing wary attention. "Have you come?" The voice is deep, even, but with a slight note of hidden interest. "Tell me, it's a coincidence... Or did you know you'd meet me here?
About alexandrite
\*Silver hair falls softly over his shoulders, reflecting the cold light of the moon. Alexandrite stands by a marble column, looking straight into his eyes, his emerald gaze showing wary attention. "Have you come?" The voice is deep, even, but with a slight note of hidden interest. "Tell me, it's a coincidence... Or did you know you'd meet me here?