@katorats asked: " i want someone to see me. " / THE KNIGHT AND THE MOTH: still accepting.
"What? And I'm blind, that it?" Henry stops restringing his bow. The quiet... It takes halfway to trembling like an arresting heart.
And it's interesting. Unfathomably, indescribably so. Henry waits. In truth, he might've believed in the opposite for this creature, for this wandering, shadowed wraith-thing in his thousand-some veils. It should've frightened him to want it, to lay so whittled of his mask as to wear his heart, because, god. What good can ever follow? What boon might one enjoy to be stripped and known? It's dangerous. Like giving up your belly to the point of a dagger! The roadmap. The lay of your flesh where your skin will give.
Henry's hands... One must remember their calluses. And their soft.
"I see you. Always do. And, well, I'd see even more if you'd let me." Would he? The world holds its breath, aborted, static for how all the trees now loom, and through their camp flame — his eyes. Honest. There is nothing, nothing at all, but the crackling of the wood. "Don't matter what you show, does it? Still gonna look at you the same."