![]() ![]() The Mark on her arm thrummed when his gaze met hers. He could pass as a human on first glance, but it was a mistake you’d make only once. His proportions were just out of the realm of normal- too tall, too solid, shadows around him darker than they should be. of other, of a human frame that didn’t house a wholly human thing. ![]() There was nothing in his form that carried monstrousness, but still that intangible sense of. Past his twentieth year, but not his thirtieth. He’d half turned in his chair to look at her, carving out the line of his profile in lamplight- the cut of his jaw was severe, and there were tired lines around his eyes, but he didn’t look much older than her. ![]() His hand, large and thatched with thin scars against white skin, dropped his pen and ran through his hair, black and overlong, waving messily against his collarbones. He didn’t stand, peering at her down a hawkish nose that had been broken and haphazardly mended, probably more than once. ![]()
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