spectrum

“You know, Doctor, I’m accustomed to your quirks but you stare a little too…intensely at times like this.”Dottore cradled the banker’s jaw, the pads of his fingertips brushing across the jut of his cheekbone. He drew up slowly, tracing the structure of his brow line with calloused and scarred fingers.“Hmm?” He mumbled out, distracted.Pantalone’s eyes glittered in his amusement like amethyst. There were myriads of violet, turbulent as the storms and yet so fitting in contrast with his natural elegance. It wasn’t a single colour, but a spectrum of indigos and violet, with specks of gold.