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Aug. 15th, 2024 08:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eggosIt has only been a short time since meeting the strange man with the strange eyes. The man who says he was once human and now only pretends to be. Armand. He had promised his mind would always be open, which is a strange thing to promise. But perhaps it will make him easier to find.
She wants to know more about him. She wants to understand why he reacted the way he did when she'd told him her powers didn't always work. She wants to know if he can teach her to be more powerful than Darrow. Not powerful enough to leave: just powerful enough to protect her friends.
Finding him would be easier if she had a picture of him, but with a scarf over her eyes and her phone hissing white noise into her ear, she sits on her bed, Dustin the cat curled up against her crossed shins, and she recalls his face. His strange eyes. His strange nails. The copper-brown of his skin. Pretty, she thinks, a thought she hadn't allowed herself to have then, her suspicion too high. Now, it comes freely, in part because it's true.
The Void fills in with fits and starts. His leg. His arm. A shoulder. His hair. It would be easier with a picture, but it gets easier every time she does it this way. And then there he is. El watches him, the black of The Void echoing around them as she does.
She wants to know more about him. She wants to understand why he reacted the way he did when she'd told him her powers didn't always work. She wants to know if he can teach her to be more powerful than Darrow. Not powerful enough to leave: just powerful enough to protect her friends.
Finding him would be easier if she had a picture of him, but with a scarf over her eyes and her phone hissing white noise into her ear, she sits on her bed, Dustin the cat curled up against her crossed shins, and she recalls his face. His strange eyes. His strange nails. The copper-brown of his skin. Pretty, she thinks, a thought she hadn't allowed herself to have then, her suspicion too high. Now, it comes freely, in part because it's true.
The Void fills in with fits and starts. His leg. His arm. A shoulder. His hair. It would be easier with a picture, but it gets easier every time she does it this way. And then there he is. El watches him, the black of The Void echoing around them as she does.
