C105 Rebellious Black

Atlas walks out of the Prince's Hall with a sour face. His eyes played with an annoyed purple, moving around the distinguished blue that separates the Sinclairs. He runs his hand through his black hair and shuts his eyes for a second as his feet continue to trample on the floor. He smells a distinct scent growing behind him. Eucalyptus. It reeked of eucalyptus, causing him to scrunch his nose