#musesofconstantchange

It’s a feeling that rolls up the back of her spine—a trilling dance of fingertips that aren’t there; the displacement of air on the edge of a wisping smile like long hair caught in wind; the scent of something other (something undefinable, like the rest of him)—and fingers thoughtlessly curl around the wood rough beneath her palm.

The sun catches the sun off the edge of the faraway mountains, air thin and crisp, cool morning settling in dew around the bright grass and Cat, barefoot, wordlessly turns to face him with a raising eyebrow.

"Well, it's been like a month since we had fun."

There was a twitch to her eye, not really sure of what she should believe. It was strange that she was looking at a picture-perfect image of herself, only moving closer to expect whether all the proportions were correct. Circling around him in search of flaws, she seemed to find none.  ❛ Mah God! That hadn’t been my first guess! ❜  Was that something that he did? She couldn't know, but wouldn't be surprised either. She wanted to say it was the first time somebody had copied her appearance, but truthfully, it was not. Therefore she wasn’t as shocked as she probably should have been. ❛ And what exactly were you doin’ in a figure that resembles mine? It sure didn’t look like you were playin’ Monopoly. ❜

“But does it matter how one refers to themselves? Perhaps it’s all that matters. Perhaps it matters not at all. In any case, is the one who Arcene was called to really not know the most famous book about his greater self? Ah, youth these days. So uneducated.”

@musesofconstantchange continued from here:

Charlie stopped a decent amount away from him. Something felt off about this man, more than usual. The main reason he made her so uneasy was that she didn’t recognize him, and she’d been locked up long enough that she liked to think she’d gotten a good glimpse at every face of every creature in there. But she didn’t recognize this man. The second thing was that he held a solid gold goblet.

“I like a good pint myself, but perhaps you should tone it down a little, eh?” She suggested, wondering if she needed to be worried that she’d tracked him down by herself. That she was in danger, especially without her powers.