He is dirtied, and bloodied-- Puck can smell it on him even as the moonlight catches on the red-- and looks, aside from the weeds he wears, not entirely unlike one of Puck's own kindred.
His eyes follow the movement of the mortal's hand, slow across his face.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2011-05-25 11:20 pm (UTC)From:His eyes follow the movement of the mortal's hand, slow across his face.
The fairy flickers out of sight.