Thought
I’ve never seen such a clear, focused image of him before, so seeing him lying in my bath with me, knocks the breath out of my lungs.
He stares at me, those silvery eyes glinting through the veil of steam in front of me. They aren’t the hard, mercury silver of Revels, but more a cloudy, faint silver. Either the steam is playing tricks on me, or I actually can see built up mist within his irises, swirling around, unruly and wild. I’ve never seen anyone like him before. His hair is a smudge of inky black, only defined by the slight curl to each strand.
“I’m hallucinating. Again,” I breathe, tipping my head back, defeated.
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