I stumbled back as two faces became two figures, equally tall but unevenly matched. One was a deep, rich blue, those metallic eyes matching the shimmer of his skin, but his nose led to a disconcerting blank place where the mouth should've been. On the other figure, those glinting eyes were missing, but full lips remained on vibrant red skin. The strange collection of clothes also seemed to have been dispersed between the two figures, the red figure dressed in soft, draping fabrics, the blue one in sharply tailored wool. "Gemini," I whispered. "He is Con," the red lips spoke. "I am Antin."
