[ A good swipe of her face with her sleeve and she looks up at him, wondering for a moment at his question. ]
Not regularly. The me you've seen's for the most part honest in appearance.
[ For the most part, it's true. She reaches into her pocket to tug her lens' case out. Contact lenses are funny things. They're small and delicate; and yet, they can make a world of difference in how one sees and is seen without the tiniest bit of energy exerted. She tilts her face down to remove them. As practiced as she is, it only takes a few seconds, but she hesitates to meet Basilio's gaze once they're out.
She's never liked her eyes since the color went out of them. Without her colored prescription lenses, she's looks too much like Haruka, a dead ringer for a member of the clan she doesn't claim. The light filtering through the branches above highlights the difference. In place of her usual amber-gold is not an intensely dark brown as would be human and natural, but a startlingly pure black onyx so dark, so deep it swallows every possible color of light. Even her pupils are lost in it. ]
It's a Tell. [ She exhales the words. ] The amber's closest to my original.
[ And, unfortunately, in Nao's opinion, being placed into their case for the moment. Her eyes are a little too sensitive from crying to replace them right now. ]
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Not regularly. The me you've seen's for the most part honest in appearance.
[ For the most part, it's true. She reaches into her pocket to tug her lens' case out. Contact lenses are funny things. They're small and delicate; and yet, they can make a world of difference in how one sees and is seen without the tiniest bit of energy exerted. She tilts her face down to remove them. As practiced as she is, it only takes a few seconds, but she hesitates to meet Basilio's gaze once they're out.
She's never liked her eyes since the color went out of them. Without her colored prescription lenses, she's looks too much like Haruka, a dead ringer for a member of the clan she doesn't claim. The light filtering through the branches above highlights the difference. In place of her usual amber-gold is not an intensely dark brown as would be human and natural, but a startlingly pure black onyx so dark, so deep it swallows every possible color of light. Even her pupils are lost in it. ]
It's a Tell. [ She exhales the words. ] The amber's closest to my original.
[ And, unfortunately, in Nao's opinion, being placed into their case for the moment. Her eyes are a little too sensitive from crying to replace them right now. ]