[The tight knot in his chest loosens just a hair hearing Algric's voice. But the hand peeling away the towel has his hands instinctively jerking, trying to hold it there before he realizes they just want to look and lets it go.
He doesn't know which way to turn his head, but his eyes have that same tinged red as the night of the Unknowing, angry and vibrant. Like a scorch burning at the edges of thick paper.]
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Date: 2020-09-05 03:12 pm (UTC)He doesn't know which way to turn his head, but his eyes have that same tinged red as the night of the Unknowing, angry and vibrant. Like a scorch burning at the edges of thick paper.]