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Touching his fingertips to the page, Evbo traces the golden lines of his hair, meticulously drawn by a careful hand. The green of his irises shimmers faintly, iridescent from whatever pigment Seawatt had used.
Do my eyes really shine like that?
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OR: After Seawatt's death, Evbo finds his sketchbook filled with countless drawings of him, and learns how he really saw him.Bookmarked by astroastroastronaut (inkcavity)
21 Mar 2025
