-={Hate to ruin your fun, junior... but I'ma have to cut in.}=-
Vyhnanstvi Dax pushed his way through the door into the atrium of the little cafe. It was a place he recognised, as if he'd been there before. This was preposterous of course as this was his first time in this part of town. He wrote it off as a memory of his forebear. Said thought distracted him momentarily and fuzzed his vision with vague shadows of people who were not there... anymore.
Van's light jacked fluttered gently in the breeze of his entry as the door closed behind him, his shirt seemingly clingy for the apparent bulk. Though his pants came down to his ankles a trained eye would still identify his footwear of the moment to be boots... though any eyes going from top to bottom would more than likely stop at the deep crimson scabbard slung at his right hip. The seemingly ornate hilt sticking out of it suggested a weapon of some great craftsmanship... which is somewhat of a true lie. The wrappings of the scabbard matched his presently short hair and his ever present red irises.
Those very irises glittered in the interior lights and seemed to rotate as he regained his focus, a focus which quickly settled on one person in the room who was definitely there, and who was someone he knew very well. Dax turned his whole body into his axis of observation and crossed the room with a purposed quickness, arms outstretched. He managed to do all this before Sohalia could quite turn to face him, wrapping his arms around her midriff. Leaning back at the waist he swept her off her feet into a single full spin before setting her back down right where he'd grabbed her from.
"Sohalia."
-={Godmoding a bit, but I'm sure you don't mind do you, Charming? And yes I know the ref pic's eyes are wrong. I lost most of my library.}=-