[ A mirror hasn't been able to show him his own face for two centuries. He's been told a thousand times that he's beautiful, seen a hundred different expressions of desire in his victims eyes.
So it's strange to finally look at himself after so long: every detail and imperfection through the filter of Haelva's mind, but as close as he'll ever get to truly seeing his own reflection in this life.
He can see and appreciate his own beauty, that much is easily true. But how anyone could be so blinded not to see the monster, those blood red eyes and sharpened teeth - the same features he's seen on those fellow damned souls he now calls siblings, he's not sure. Blame it on the night, the drink, the haze of lust.
His emotions bleed through their parasitic connection unbidden, flickers of sorrow and loss make a strange cocktail when combined with grim satisfaction. With a sharp exhale he breaks the connection, a hand at his temple as is normal when their parasites are most active. This time, though, his fingers twist in those curls around his ear, his other hand raising to lightly trace across his nose and cheekbones. After a second of this he seems to remember that he's not alone, and he lowers both hands to his lap, watching her with uncertainty. ]
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So it's strange to finally look at himself after so long: every detail and imperfection through the filter of Haelva's mind, but as close as he'll ever get to truly seeing his own reflection in this life.
He can see and appreciate his own beauty, that much is easily true. But how anyone could be so blinded not to see the monster, those blood red eyes and sharpened teeth - the same features he's seen on those fellow damned souls he now calls siblings, he's not sure. Blame it on the night, the drink, the haze of lust.
His emotions bleed through their parasitic connection unbidden, flickers of sorrow and loss make a strange cocktail when combined with grim satisfaction. With a sharp exhale he breaks the connection, a hand at his temple as is normal when their parasites are most active. This time, though, his fingers twist in those curls around his ear, his other hand raising to lightly trace across his nose and cheekbones. After a second of this he seems to remember that he's not alone, and he lowers both hands to his lap, watching her with uncertainty. ]
Thank you. [ is all he says. ]