Skellig watches her form as she walks away from him, studying her body movements as she moves to the chest. His eyes drift over her dark hair, her skin, her wings (they are not like his, they are like an eagle, predator, hunter) as she bends to gather the linen.
She is so very frustratingly familiar and yet...the connection is missing, a hazy gap in his mind.
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Date: 2024-03-21 01:27 am (UTC)Skellig watches her form as she walks away from him, studying her body movements as she moves to the chest. His eyes drift over her dark hair, her skin, her wings (they are not like his, they are like an eagle, predator, hunter) as she bends to gather the linen.
She is so very frustratingly familiar and yet...the connection is missing, a hazy gap in his mind.
He's still staring when she walks back to him.