They both followed her in. Puck wasn’t ready to walk away just yet, there was something about this young woman that he found mesmerising. She slumped her bag onto a broad feather filled couch and sat beside it. Her long black hair had loosened from her pony tail, it framed well her melancholy face, contrasting her pale white skin, even whiter since the afternoon’s toll.
Although in her early thirties, Eve had never once been tempted to wear makeup of any kind. She sported a natural style, natural flair and natural grace, that truly reflected her persona from within, surrounded by an aura of natural perfection.
She had remembered all that took place now, and Puck read her thoughts (he could do this) and as it all came back to her, he could see that she saw him also. She was watching him look at her and genuinely bewildered as to who or what he might be.
He returned her stare - and, interestingly, when he changed his own eyes from brown into violet, she asked him outright, “Why are you doing that?”
Eve did not say this accusatively, it was more that she was curious and wanted to know more about the presence before her.
Puck was mildly taken aback as no other mortal had ever noticed him doing this. He ordinarily projected a ‘glamour’ about himself that presented as he would have it - and this overall impression seemed to be universally accepted, without question.
“You are observant” he said candidly.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
She had remembered all that took place now, and Puck read her thoughts (he could do this) and as it all came back to her, he could see that she saw him also. She was watching him look at her and genuinely bewildered as to who or what he might be.
He returned her stare - and, interestingly, when he changed his own eyes from brown into violet, she asked him outright, “Why are you doing that?”
Eve did not say this accusatively, it was more that she was curious and wanted to know more about the presence before her.
Puck was mildly taken aback as no other mortal had ever noticed him doing this. He ordinarily projected a ‘glamour’ about himself that presented as he would have it - and this overall impression seemed to be universally accepted, without question.
“You are observant” he said candidly.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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