The fluid D'Angeline grace is the same. The expression-- exasperation with a hint of sarcasm-- is pure Imriel. Even the shape of his face hasn't changed. What differs is only surface details, in the end.
"How do you think, love?"
Oh, and the voice. He retains his voice, thank you.
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He's also...
...unattractive?
The hell?
(And pretty clearly hasn't noticed. Nobody's this sanguine about something like that.)
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-is instead confronted by the face of a stranger.
There is, at least, a bit of alarm. He stands, proper.
"Excuse me, how do you have a key to this room?"
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The fluid D'Angeline grace is the same. The expression-- exasperation with a hint of sarcasm-- is pure Imriel. Even the shape of his face hasn't changed. What differs is only surface details, in the end.
"How do you think, love?"
Oh, and the voice. He retains his voice, thank you.
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Because, yes, features look the same. Yet features also do not. Mannerisms seem familiar, yet the beauty, that flawless beauty-
It's his voice that confirms it for Villiers, and he walks forward worriedly.
"Imri..."
Hands go up to Imriel's face, brushing across a cheek that has lost its ethereal beauty, faded lips and dulled skin. He's normal. Like himself.
"You angered her, didn't you? La Belle Dame sans Merci..."
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