Thought
Midika the silver eyes book
I’m quizzing my own imagination, who for whatever reason, has risen to bother me.
This is inescapable.
Revel looks down at his hand, watching his own fiddling. His nails are painted black, which seems to blend and manipulate perfectly into the tattoos which run across his knuckles and all the way up his arms. I can’t help but wonder what they mean. Each sworl and pattern is indistinguishable compared to anything I’ve ever seen before. Regardless, each inch of it is undeniably beautiful.
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