Sebastian laughs, sharp, then covers his eyes with his hand a moment. He draws it away, having wiped some of the tears out of his eyes.
"No, thou lookest -- like thy own self." Not like him, still recovering, but that must be the way of spirits. He steps out of the shadow of the tree, hesitant, as if he might somehow scare her off. He doesn't know what to say, but he drinks the sight of her in.
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Date: 2015-10-31 04:39 am (UTC)"No, thou lookest -- like thy own self." Not like him, still recovering, but that must be the way of spirits. He steps out of the shadow of the tree, hesitant, as if he might somehow scare her off. He doesn't know what to say, but he drinks the sight of her in.