{ the eyes. it’ll reach him, and if he focused on his instincts made of the dark gift, he might have gotten there sooner. except he limits himself on purpose. a distraction for a distraction has presented, away from the empty feeling that has curled within him.

his fingers meet rhy’s as his pensive expression transforms with the question. it’s first contact he’s allowed outside the horizon for a while now, awaiting for the time he’d arrive here. it’s nice, it makes him feel human. he gives rhy’s hand a gentle squeeze instead of the hefty one he’d give and then retreats his hand. it clicks then. }

I think our paths may have passed in the Feywilds. We were in disguise there, but there’s always an aura that can’t been hidden away. I was there, yes. I borrowed a name from back home. Lanmò. May I asked you a question?