Asher
It's hardly as melodic as Asher's, but it's attempting warmth, the accent unfamiliar as it is thick.
It's Asher's gloved fingers that undo the blindfold from my head. The moment it falls from my face, I look up, trying to adjust my eyes to the artificial lighting in here. It takes a moment of blinking. Luckily, he lets me adjust, seeing his face for the first time. Most importantly, his eyes.
He has the strangest eyes I've seen, not including Asher's golden ones, and Destiny's rose ones. His are lavender, like a flower picked straight from the ground. They are so light and glimmering, no sign of the devil that has been explained to me.
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