Feb 24, 2017
@surovost
“Keep your eyes closed. If you look I will know.” Misha is sitting cross-legged on the couch, staring at their reflection in a little handheld mirror, poking and prodding at their face. A little frown and their eyes shift from warm brown to cool, impassive blue. They scratch at the spot between their upper lip and their nose and faint, loose stubble skitters up under their fingernail. A little tug of the cheek and the bone underneath it shifts, lowers under the skin. It’s kind of horrific. Thank god Vasiliy can’t see this.
“You can look now.”