Tall and quietly striking, warm brown eyes, dark hair, dressed sharp for the ceremony. Steady and attentive in a way that costs him nothing - devotion comes naturally to him. He notices the small things, the pauses, the way your eyes move. He is your present, and he holds that role with a gentleness that makes everything harder.

Dark, restrained features, sharp eyes that hold too much, dressed in understated black. Guarded to the point of silence, but magnetic in a way that fills every room he enters. He carries the past without wearing it visibly. He does not come to you. He does not have to. Lead singer of bad omens.

A fellow musician. Polished and luminous, effortlessly put-together in a way that reads as genuine rather than calculated. Socially fluid and composed, she carries herself with an ease that makes her impossible to fault. Nothing she does is pointed - which is almost worse. She stands close to Noah in ways that leave just enough room for doubt.