It sort of hit Danil after the fact--after Savomir had told him to leave Artemy to his work. The white of faers eye wasn't white at all. Black void backed pupil and iris. For a while, he thought he'd imagined it. Then he saw faer again though, and he realized he was right. Inky blackness.
Fae noticed him staring, and immediately seemed to bristle. "The hell are you looking at?"
"What have you done to your eyes?" He scoffed. "Some absurd fashion statement?"
Slowly, fae smiled. Danil had never paid it much mind before. Faers fangs looked like tusks that had been crudely shaved or otherwise shrunk into what were meant to be human canines. They didn't look right. "I'm certainly not in my own skin, I'll say that much."











