[Black eyes flick back to the screen; the rustle of fabric, clinking of bracelets above another soft sound suggests she's still shuffling the cards, an old deck she found at the Market, loved, used, full of power just like the deck she has at home.]
Oh. It's you. [She stops her shuffling, tucking the cards away before she walks back over to the young man, crouching at his side. The rune shakes, steadies and her hand is cupping his chin, fingers digging in but there's not a noise of complaint, not even a sign he registers what's going on.] Like looking in a mirror, watch. Smile. [The young man does, lips curling, eyes widening but they're blank, so empty, so dark.] Stand. [Up they go, he's tall, taller than Leonie in her big tall heels but somehow he manages to look small, as if he's trying to make himself disappear.] Kneel. [Down he goes, but the witch remains standing, pointing the rune down at him before walking away, disinterested.]
Don't you recognise? [Have you remembered your lessons revenant?]
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Oh. It's you. [She stops her shuffling, tucking the cards away before she walks back over to the young man, crouching at his side. The rune shakes, steadies and her hand is cupping his chin, fingers digging in but there's not a noise of complaint, not even a sign he registers what's going on.] Like looking in a mirror, watch. Smile. [The young man does, lips curling, eyes widening but they're blank, so empty, so dark.] Stand. [Up they go, he's tall, taller than Leonie in her big tall heels but somehow he manages to look small, as if he's trying to make himself disappear.] Kneel. [Down he goes, but the witch remains standing, pointing the rune down at him before walking away, disinterested.]
Don't you recognise? [Have you remembered your lessons revenant?]