“Why do you — feel so.... Familiar?” He asks. Mal immediately drops his guard, standing before him as his infernal appearance. She felt like... Kin, in a way, and he couldn’t shake it. - mclcore
brilliant gaze falls upon him , flames seeping from the outer corners of her eyes and yet if anyone were ever close enough to ghost a hand through their light , they would be greeted with a freezing sensation rather than that of heat. irises focus , the trembling flicker of ember gaze something kin to a candle that the wind wisps gently.
“ familiar ? ” if there was a word to describe her voice , it could be seen as swift ; smoky. foggy but clear at the same time. echoed , in a sense. “ i’m sorry . . . have we met before . . . ? ”
