He blinked and looked to her then. The movement is still slow.
Eyes still mostly black. The Small striations of gold.
Of all her thoughts that had come. He stared at her with an uncanny stillness, a normality so concealed usually. Of everything, those words, without a lead up thought, had been a surprise.
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Date: 2010-11-11 04:17 am (UTC)The movement is still slow.
Eyes still mostly black.
The Small striations of gold.
Of all her thoughts that had come. He stared at her with an uncanny stillness, a normality so concealed usually. Of everything, those words, without a lead up thought, had been a surprise.