Dom
The Trickster processed every word the Angel spoke, a small yet warm and charming smile appeared on his laps. "Some call themselves followers for the sake of image, others still love and believe." Dom spoke lowly and softly. He thought about the offer presented to him in accompanying Razie to a wedding as well as his further question, "I'd be delighted to join you in a wedding, but does that mean I cannot request something else I prefer?"








